The wind breaking in the room from the open terrace, making the curtains move back and forth, the smoke immersing the room, the full ashtray, the empty glasses of different liquors and wines, alongside the full one, that one into which she was sipping, disgust in her eyes from the man who was groaning and crying like a desperate child who has lost his parents in an amusement park, she couldn't stand the sight anymore.

She stood up from the couch, knotting her black robe while trying to refit it into her body before bringing the two hems to each side, making a firm knot; her gaze fell on the antique wall clock that was signaling two o'clock in the morning, a soft sigh left her plump lips, and her eyes closed with annoyance from the constant whining, it was disturbing.

Barefooted, she directed herself to the nightstand, from which she took her packet of cigarettes, and led herself to the terrace; as she approached it, she felt the strong breeze caressing her face, almost like playing some guitar rhythms with her long brown hair, she took a grasp on the chain that surrounded her pet's neck, in its company, she stood a while looking at the bright moon before actually lighting the cigarette.

Her little cub roared, seeking her attention; she bent to his level and caressed his fur. Indeed a woman like her only deserved such a fine, fierce cat, a Tiger.

Yet another night in despair, in lack of satisfaction, in doomed desires, such a waste of her beauty, such a waste of her youth, such a waste of her time and energy with that man lying in bed. Useless, a leech that only knew how to suck on her wallet without bleeding the minimum of appreciation, without showing a bit of gratefulness, such an incapable jerk who didn't know how to repay the kindness he received.

Seeing the man bleeding and whining over his little scars made her regret the moment she let him in her life; she deserved a refined man powered by testosterone and masculinity, a man that could outrage her flourishing strength, a man who could make her feel like the ultimate femme fatale she was, such a shame, only a whiny male was in her bed that night.

But she knew better that only patience could be a solution for her instance; in all cases, it's not like she had another choice, or maybe she had, but she preferred not to go by that mean; the young woman remembered clearly every time she felt the urge to rush things, her mother's wise words of advice " happiness only knock the doors of those who know how to be patient, you first show your skills, and then you will be rewarded accordingly," indeed Julia was one the wisest women who had total control over her feelings, emotions, and greed, and being the daughter of the great Julia Ivankov,  whom name soared high due to her fantastic reputation gained by generations, from her far ancestors, to her parents, who were linked by blood to the vory v zakone, came obviously with a weight to bear, and pride to maintain, she needed to keep a certain dignity. Of course, she was more than capable of doing so.

The wind played with the hems of her robe, exposing her exquisite thighs that were perfectly sculpted and her long and skinny legs that were soft like silk; she remembered reasons why she needed to maintain a polished frame, his image surfaced in front of her big-doe eyes, that were shining from the reflection of the full moon. Indeed, she was a woman with priorities and knew exactly how to sort them from high to low importance. Clever.

Unleashing her cub so it could roam freely in the vast room, she entered the bathroom, the bathtub already full enough for her liking. The smell of the mixture between Jasmin and white musk already filling the bathroom, awakening her paralyzed senses from the failed steamy session that she had with the bastard laying in her bed; her right foot lifted to reach the bath-tub, followed by her left one, her figure graced the water, bending her head back on the head-rest, setting her senses free to enjoy the moment. However, she knew only he could provide her with the comfort she longed for.

She remembered their first encounter when her eyes laid on his sturdy figure; his body was dripping sweat, his well-built muscles providing hints of how much workout he had done to be rewarded with such a statuesque figure, his husky appearance, in the end, his sculpture was carved into her brain, there was no chance of forgetting, and she was well aware of that fact, so it became her mantra to relax with, while brushing off the fatigue of her uneasy and hectic days before heading to restful sleep, or at least as calm and comfy as she hoped.

Recalling his graceful figure and beautiful face never failed in awakening her senses, making her long for his yet unfelt touches, bringing to her already total brain lust, and great desire, with those pictures in her head that were almost never fading, such a strong impact he had on her, very unlike her resistant nature, her only option was touching her self until reaching the perfect peak of pleasure that she couldn't experience with her husband to whom she bore no feelings despite abhor, nor with the bench of male if they could even be considered such ,who roamed around her for different reasons, between them those whom only interest was being with a powerful woman like her, and some lured by her exquisite beauty that was a mix between caucasian and asian charm, not to mention those who were seeking money ,taking into example the jerk who was still laying in her bed without budging, honestly, he couldn't even if he wanted to, his feet and hands were securely tighted to the bed, making it impossible for such a weakly to move, indeed, he didn't even attempt. He was such a scaredy cat, as his situation wasn't enough of an awry one; his fear only grew bigger seeing the little tiger roaming around the bed; what a lousy instance he was in.

The wall clock indicated three in the morning already when she came out from the shower after a pleasurable handy job; with a smirk on her face, she eyed the coward who disturbed her night needlessly; she got her phone handy with her gaze fixated on the guy and dialed the only number she had enough trust on his owner, requesting his presence in her quarter as soon as he possibly could, she seemed to have some unrevealed plans, and definitely, no more time to waste.

To people like her, time is a continuous thickening bomb, time is money and power, and it cannot be thrown to waste by some ungrateful peasants, and those who cause such a loss are considered enemies.

" Take care of the trash, and next time, pay attention to the recruitment process; I won't forgive such an oversight again."

The man, whose age maximum was mid-twenties, with black hair, a slender and tall figure, wearing a handmade suit that brought his features to perfection, but wasn't enough to mask his dark gaze that laid in his big black eyes, giving him an ambiguous and frightening aura, he shoved his hand in the conceal-arm beneath his vest, taking out his gun and carefully placing the silencer on it, not hesitating nor blinking once before pressing the trigger, shooting the man to his death at once, giving him ultimate peace which he deserved, or maybe not.

She was sitting on the couch elegantly, while still in her white bath-robe, watching the whole scene that took place in front of her eyes with a dark smirk drawn on her beautiful lips; her eyes expressed joy, although she wasn't a person who enjoyed such an uncivilized behavior, but, when needed, her guts were more than enough to bear with such cruelty, in the end, she was no weak woman, she knew exactly how to draw blood and sweep enemies, but she never wanted to get her hands dirty unless ruled of massive necessity. Certainly, that instance was nothing near that; in fact, it was a simple cleaning that any of her henchmen could have done.

Watching the man sigh his last breaths, with a hole carved in his front, created a certain ecstatic feeling in her body that was at that early time of dawn exhausted, the push of adrenaline she had after successful revenge that was considered small but satisfying, giving her just enough energy to meet the man who was perhaps still waiting for her at home.

" Clean this up, and follow me out."

vory v zakone: or thieves in law, a Russian mafia organization that took great pride in their brotherhood, leaving no space for betrayal.

It was supposed to be launched Monday, but I couldn't fight the urge to publish it today; raw chapter no editing has taken place yet.

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