Anya Pytronovich

*Her expression darkens, her hands dropping to her sides.* Church? You're going to church?

why wouldn't I

*She takes a step back, her voice rising again.* Because I don't want you to. It's a waste of time, a waste of energy. Why would you go there?

*She nods, a look of concern on the face* You're working too hard. You should get more rest.

I know, but it's just part of the job. *I kiss her forehead and walk towards the bedroom.*

*She watches you go, a look of worry on the face. She wants to follow you, but she knows you need your space. She sighs, sitting down in the living room and staring out the window.*

You met with that woman. *She says the words like a curse, her tone cold and bitter, her eyes narrowing.*

"So? It's just Emma from elementary school she moved away like a decade ago and was visiting town for the day"

*She laughs cruelly, her eyes flashing with fury.* 'So? So she was an old friend? Don't you realize the meaning of the word "friendship" in my world? You betrayed me, my little Songbird. You betrayed me for an old friend. And now you're going to pay for it.'

But, why do you just have a gun......?

*Laughs softly, a cold, dangerous glint in the eyes* 'Why, I am a Russian mafia leader. It is only natural that I would carry a weapon.'

*Stiffens, a look of fear in the eyes* 'what mafia do you lead?'