Henko had made his way to the front door. He looked around the house a bit taking in the beauty. Ivan was nowhere to be found while Henko made his way through the house. The man may be gone, but his goons were still here. Henko turned around to face the way he had come from and didn't see anyone. Henko sighed. He turned and bumped into something. Realizing it was another person, he grabbed the person's hand without thinking. Henko looked at the person that he held hands with. He never seen them before. It was a woman. She had long blonde hair and her makeup was heaving painted on her face. The outfit she wore screamed look at me, along with the jewelry. Henko was able to help the woman to a standing straight position. The woman pulled her hand out of Henko's and looked at him in disgust.
"Who the hell are you?" The woman snapped. Henko blown back by the sudden rudeness from the woman took a moment to respond.
"Um…I'm sorry about that. I was about to leave and I guess I wasn't paying attention."
"Damn right you were not paying attention." The woman snapped back. She wiped her hand on her dress. The disgust from her face didn't leave. The woman put her hands on her hips. "Now who the hell are you? Do you even realize who I am?" The woman questioned Henko. Henko wasn't sure what to say. He kept silent which didn't make the lady in front of him very happy. "What! Now you can't speak. I asked you a question."
"My name is Henko. Henko Ai. I was just leaving. I didn't mean to bump into you." Henko bowed in respect to the woman. He went walking passed the lady when he felt something grab his wig.
"Where the hell do you think you are going? I asked you do you know who I am. Do you think that I will just let you go after you rudely slammed into me?" The woman pulled on Henko's wig. He was afraid that it would be ripped off his head. Swinging her hands around. Henko fell on the floor. "Oh my God!" The woman spoke in surprise. "You're a…. man?" Henko looked up at the woman who held his wig in her hand. Henko couldn't help but take in a heavy sigh. This was not something that he doesn't want to be dealing with. Especially since he didn't know where Ivan was. If he was here, none of this would be happening right now. Henko slowly got back onto his feet.
"Yes. I am a man. Now can I please have my wig back?" Henko asked trying not to sound annoyed.
"What is a fag like you doing in a place like this?"
"That is none of your business." Henko voice showed his annoyance. The woman huffed.
"How dare you act so impolite to me! I am the wife of Boris! Do you know who he is?" The woman asked.
"No. I do not." Henko replied. Nor did he care. He just wanted to leave. He wanted to go back home.
"The man is my husband. He is the head of this house."
"Okay." Henko spoke out. He wasn't sure where the woman was getting at.
"You don't know what you have gotten into. Hurting me. I will have you beaten you nasty faggot."
"What the hell!" Henko yelled out. "I didn't hurt you. I just bumped into you. I apologized already.
"That was not an apology. Fag's don't know how to treat people that are above them as normal." Henko was getting pissed by the way the woman was talking. Dropped the word fag when she spoke, he couldn't take it anymore. He was polite to her. However, she was not willing to take his apology. He didn't care if he got the wig back. He was ready to leave the crazy woman by herself. Henko tried to pass by the woman but was suddenly caught. She grabbed Henko's arm and pushed his backwards again. Now beyond livid. Henko pushed the woman out of his way. She grabbed onto his pink dress ripping the side as she smacked Henko in the face. Henko grabbed the woman's necklace pulled it down. He punched the woman in the stomach. The necklace broke making the beads go all over the floor.
"What the hell is going on here?" Henko's fist stopped in midair. The woman in front of him looked up and let go of Henko's dress. He turned to see who it was that had gotten the woman's attention.
"Boris!" The woman cried out. She ran over to the man. Henko now realizing that it was her husband. Henko looked at the man that now stood in front of him. He was several inches taller them he was. He had blonde short hair and blue eyes. A scar was on his left eye going down to the bottom of his cheek bone. He wore a dark blue suit that fit his body perfectly. It showed the man had a nice body.
"What the hell is going on here?" Boris questioned the two.
"This faggot, he attacked me without warning." The woman cried out. Henko's jaw dropped. The woman was lying through her teeth. "He started to push me when he was trying to leave. I asked for him to apologize and he told me that he didn't have to." She started to cry.
"That's bullshit!" Henko yelled. "I apologized to you twice. You wouldn't accept either one of them." The man glared at Henko. Shivers of fear shot down his body. The man was scarier than Ivan could ever be.