A Murder, Inc.

18: m******e

Chapter 18

Massacre

April 23, 2005

Russia

Fire blazes up from the center of the bonfire. You can hear a loud music playing somewhere from the distance. Bodies are shaking, gracing against each other. Of course, looking at how late it already is, it is safe to bet that more than half of the crowd is drunk as hell.

“m******e,” Vira breathes out the word like it is world’s greatest creation, “my favorite kind of murder.” She c***s her guns and begins walking towards the party, leaving snow trails in each step.