Time: 17:53. Location: Private cinema, Oleksandr Onyshchenko's home.
A constant red is there, accentuating the shadows. The sound of the alarm being a non-stop drumming, slowly disappears from the perception of both, because Alikhan and Veronica are focused only on the person in front. The girl holds the Beretta 92 steady. The Ukrainian flashes a half-smile and slowly raises the hands to the sides of his head.
"I guess now I'm the one who should ask not to get shot in the face"
Veronica remains silent without lowering the gun or taking her eyes off the blond.
"Tell me something, is this whole thing really about justice? How much do you love your daddy?" Alikhan asks, tilting his head without dropping a smile.
Veronica takes a deep breath. It's hard for her to be honest, but she chooses to speak.
"Justice? Not quite... I also did it for me. It helped me discover my true nature"
Alikhan bursts out laughing.
