As Adam gazed intently at Boris' body, a body that was slowly slumping down to the ground while still keeping that cigarette between his lips, Adam mused that this world was indeed filled with individuals who had their own twisted sense of honor and justifications. Truly, it was a mesmerizing world like no other.
Boris was a crook by nature. A criminal— a man whose very actions destroyed many individuals, preying on the lives of many others and destroying many families due to their criminal conduct.
In all the possible ways to describe him, there was one single point of conclusion — He was evil. Through and through. He was a villain worthy of nothing but death. But yet even such a villain had something worth respecting in them. A form of integrity and persona that was really hard to find in the world.
'Well. Not like I am much better than him either.'
