"vam luchshe imet' kristall gotov ... g. Solvact ne mirit'sya s opozdaniye, vy znayete, chto on delayet, kogda on serditsya ... da ... vy luchshe, do svidaniya"

I was so screwed.

I knew Russian, and I picked up a few bits a pieces from the conversation Xavier was having outside the door...he locked me in a room.

I heard:

"crystal"

And.

"You know what Mr. Solvact does when he doesn't get his way."

I assumed crystal as in crystal meth, and from what I've seen...I'm pretty sure I'm involved in the worst case sinario: these guys were in the Russian Mafia.

I pressed my ear closer to the door, straining to get every word when the door suddenly flew open, sending me falling through the opening.

"Shït" I muttered with a groan.

"You were listening weren't you?" He muttered as he ran a hand through his chocolate brown locks.

"Nada." I smiled at him.

He quirked an eyebrow at me, "that means nothing in Spanish."

"Oh." I shrugged and stood, brushing off my pant legs. "Well I'm a spy aren't I? You should expect me to be listening in."

"Former spy"

I winced, "don't remind me."

After all I knew it was to come, I had accepted the consequences that if one of my missions were to be compromised I would get burned, and I knew any day now my records would freeze, and I would become a nobody.

"Did you understand what we were saying?" He asked.

I pressed my lips, "not really" I lied, a little.

did you manage

Oh shit.

to say it online.

his huge figure almost

wasn't it

Russian. I'm fluent in French, German, and Italian. When I was training, the curriculum didn't include me having to deal with the Russian

eyebrows shot up, he stood straight "you know

have to have such a

y-you... I j-just" I couldn't sputter anything out

away "Izvinite. Excuse me,

shut the door

had the biggest

around the room, searching for an escape, now that they knew I had information. They would never

just a fucking hotel bible (sorry to you Christians if

against the door, to test how strong

I heard

up the bible, at least it was something to hit

wants to-

me, his hands

"A bible? Your kidding?"

it hurt you? So it kinda

his eyes and

Sin wants to talk to

was going

"I'm busy." I muttered.

a fucking bible? Durak.

just

going to kill

I were him you just hit with a bible, he'd drown

was serious, but

he kills

the room, wishing I had a bible, I walked to

and scary, I timidly raised

Enter." Sins

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