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SASHA I think I don’t like this place. Scratch that. I’m sure I don’t. Ever since we got here, it’s been one freak show after another. And that’s saying something, considering all the disasters I left behind in Russia. First, there’s a woman who fawned over the unfeeling monster Kirill, but called me suspicious. Then, we upgraded to a strange mother who flat out tried to kick her son out the moment he walked in, and then proceeded to slap him. I wasn’t even through processing all those events when Kirill announced so coldly and emotionlessly that his father had died. As in, the man I came all the way here for to uncover what happened to my family and the reason they were targeted is gone. I had all these strategies in mind to get close to him, but none of them will work now for obvious reasons. I’m still trying to think about this fallout when another crazy woman lunges at Kirill’s back while holding a big kitchen knife. Usually, people freeze up in situations like these. I certainly d