The sea along this particular stretch of coastline was always rough, the waves breaking over clusters of jagged rocks that were covered with razor-sharp coral. It was not uncommon for hikers to slip and fall down the sheer two hundred foot cliff face. Within minutes, their bodies were pulverized into bloody slabs of unidentifiable gristle and bone. “Isn’t the view incredible?” she said, stopping the girl after the path widened again. “Yes,” Marianne said, snuggling her back up against her warm breasts. Far below, the waves were exploding over the rocks, the spray filling the air with brine. The woman kissed the top of her head, hugging her tightly. It was a shame. She was a beautiful girl - she was already developing a maternal, protective feeling for her. Even though the fake one hundred dollar bills had passed through the casino’s verifying machine, they would eventually be detected. The girl had shown her face on video. Her passport had been in the camera’s field of view as well. The woman gently turned her around and kissed her again, aggressively, shoving her tongue deeply into her mouth. When she drew away, the girl's eyes widened - all at once, somehow, she understood everything. The woman shoved her into the abyss. A few minutes later, she placed a call to a number at a sprawling dacha on the outskirts of Moscow. A deep voice answered on the other end. “Da?” “I have good news, my friend. Our experiment was a smashing success.”