The Books

Vicktor sighed deeply and walked as slowly as he could inside the Kuznetsova bungalow. He could remember how Afanasiia would jump in his lap when she was a kid, eat with him, train with him. She spent her childhood with him. She was like his daughter, yet he had to kill her. He never forgave himself for that.

It was after Afanasiia’s death that he stopped working for Tikhon. Rarely he would talk to him, when absolutely necessary. Tikhon too knew that Vicktor was angry at him for making him kill Afanasiia. He wanted out of Ceanba Cosca and Tikhon granted that. He was shifted to Fina Cosca after her death.

“Vicktor!! After so many years! It seems you forgot about us,” Nika welcomed him.

“What are you saying, Ma’am? How could I forget about you guys? We meet every auction, don’t we?” asked Vicktor.

“Meeting in a professional setting and personal settings are different. You used to live with us and then you completely separated yourself from us,” taunted Nika.

“Now, I work for another