Before Gaston can properly be introduced to Oksana, he takes a huge step back and screw his nose. “What's that awful smell?” “That's from the man she killed.” Roman answers. Gaston throws a surprised glance her way. “Who? This little lady? Killed a full grown man?” This would have been a huge compliment where she comes from, but this is the President. The one person that can kick her out of her country of asylum. “Roman, please explain to him that I was just doing it to protect my son.” She says. “The man was going to report to Anthony Petrov that I am in the city. He will have my child and I killed if he ever gets to know about us.” Gaston neck tilts as he struggles to understand what she is talking about. He turns to Roman. “Um, I know that I belong to the world genius society and graduated top of my class, but I can't understand, for the life of me, what she is talking about.” Roman exhales and then he explains everything briefly to Gaston. Where she came from. How she is

The Professor has seen the mission slowly coming to fulfillment, so he decided that it's best for him to bring some of his trusted men into the country. One of these trusted men is Martin, the one-eyed giant. He is in his fifties, but he is built like a bull, and would bring the Professor the liver of the devil himself, if he is paid the right amount…When he came into the city, he was very displeased with the calmness and order of the place. He called their foreign country the country of the weak men. Even though the Professor has finally moved out of his campus accommodation, Martin wouldn't still stay with him. He prefers to stay in a motel that is very similar to the olden days Sodom and Gomorrah. At least, he can live the way he likes. In some kind of way. But it’s been five days since the Professor last saw Martin. He knows that he is grown up and can take care of himself, but he is still a newcomer to the city. So, the Professor takes it upon himself to drive an hour a

Oksana has a solid form in the shooting range as she positions the gun and pulls the trigger repeatedly. Her gun is so loud that other shooters have to pause and shield their ears, irrespective of the noise cancellation headphones and earplugs. At the end of it all, she sees that she has hit the second closest target, so she squeaks and gives herself a big round of applause. Roman is next to her, hands in pockets and a bored look on his face. She gives a big roll of her eyes and points at the target. “Come on! You can't say I did well?! I've been here for two hours already!” “Yeah, and Gaston said you must practice for five hours daily,” Roman glances at his wristwatch. “Oh, please,” she snorts. “He is one to complain! After I saved him from that big headed bodyguard of Anthony's.” Roman suppresses a short laughter. She is not lying, Linc indeed has a big head. “Well, Gaston insists that you must go through more training to brush up your rough edges. He claimed that you left a

The unknown child, that's the card that Anthony has been saving for last. The fact that Martin saw Jackson in the city before his death was very suspicious, but Anthony was very sure that Jackson never had something to do with it. At least not directly. Anthony's face expands with a very wide smile and Jackson grabs the collar of his shirt. “How? How is it that you know about my child?” “Oh. You sneaky bastard.” Anthony laughs. “You had a whole child and you never thought to introduce them to me, their Uncle? Tell me, is it a boy or a girl? How old is it? Do they look like our father?” “Does it matter?” A labored exhale leaves Jackson's lips. “You will never meet him.” “A boy.” Anthony's eyes widen with interest. “I guess Dad's genes are so strong. He is birthing men, even though they come through the cunt of the whore he fucked!” “Argh!!!” Jackson raises his fist in the air, and before he could think it through, he has landed a heavy blow on Anthony's jaw. Anthony spits on th

By the time Roman gets to where his father-in-law has been kept, he can't even recognize the old man. He has been beaten to a pulp, and his eyes are so swollen that he can't even see through them. Oksana is standing by the door with a gun in her hand. She had to practically turn against her colleagues to be able to save Mister Beerson’s life. Once she sees Roman, she sighs with relief and puts her gun away. “What happened?” Roman asks, with a dumbfounded expression all over his face. “He tried to sneak in with a gun, but he was caught. He came to kill the President, he confessed it himself.” She glances over her. Roman goes over to the man, who seems to be dangerously close to the line of passing out. He is weak, and doesn't even respond coherently. From all the redness and swollen areas on his body, Roman is sure that the man has a few chipped bones. “He needs to be attended to by a health practitioner immediately. He might be bleeding internally,” she says. This might be R