The funeral was short, and attended by Zorislav and the maids who had found her body behind the garden. Apparently, she had been pushed out the window of the bedroom occupied by the Russian Mafia head.
"Where is he?! Why isn't he here?!" Zorislav balled his fingers into fists, staring at the small heap of dirt his sister was now under.
Zorislav was promised a more elaborate funeral later on, but even he knew what not to expect.
After all, the bastard who had pushed her out the window left the country with a pretty little thing, a compensation for Fiona's death.
Years passed by painfully and Zorislav's hatred for Ksenia grew.
"You damned kid! If you hadn't been born, mom wouldn't have died!" He raised his bloodied fist over Ksenia's cowering body.
"What? Wipe that look off your face. I'm not the evil one here, it's that father of yours, who doesn't give a damn about you." He spat out, staggering a bit.
