Two fingers away from death

He turned around and shot a bullet in the head of the man who was on the ground.

She was shocked, horrified and tetanized. She did not know what action she had to take. He, the uncalent air turned to her

—Now, you saw something, thisavrós

Following his words he removed his mask and continued saying

—You've seen much more than something now.

His voice was of a calming Olympian, he took pleasure in observing the fear in his eyes. She almost couldn't breathe anymore and was two fingers away from fainting. In a moment she found herself sitting, or rather on her knees to beg him to spare her.

She was like a child who hoped that these tears could save her life.

When it comes to saving his life, I quickly forget dignity. Dignity is useless if you are dead.

Between two sobs, she tries to explain to him

I absolutely didn't want to see anything.

A serious laugh was heard, paralyzing her on the spot

He looked at her without any emotions

— Thisavrós why do you react like that?

Don't tell me he's waiting for an answer anyway.

He was really waiting for an answer.

I must say, you killed someone in front of my eyes and you will also kill me. No, it's too direct, it could certainly annoy him.

—Nothing, I'm just cold.

She saw him remove his black coat, he stood at her height and he put it on her. She did not dare to move, or even breathe.

She was even more frightened by this sudden kindness

He becomes nice to then kill me afterwards.

One of his men approached him and spoke in indescribable language

— Na chto igraesh', Vasilias? (What are you playing, tsar?)

— Nichego, ti peri ti milas? (Nothing you're talking about)

The Tsar answered him with a neutral tone

The other man replied:

—Ona nas uvidela, dolzhny ee zatyshit. Vlepeis to, pou thelo na peis, tsar?( She saw us, we have to shut her up. You know what I mean, tsar.)

He closed his eyes and sighed with all his strength.

—Ya ustal gia simera, ke esi ustal? Den echo kamia diathesi na ascholitho me afto xana. He said (I'm tired for today, and you're not tired? I don't want to take care of it anymore.)

The others seemed to agree with him

—Ya ustal segodnya, i esy eisai kourasmenos? Den echo kamia orexi na ascholitho me afto pali. (It's okay, do as you want)

Annoyed Ev let go of the case

During this short moment she had understood who was debating her fate. Zyphira had the impression that they did not agree on what to do.

—Thisavrós, my friend here, wants me to kill you. What do you think? Should I kill you? But you say earlier that you have seen absolutely nothing. So why do we have to kill you?

He questioned her with a sneer

She didn't answer him, started crying, She had running snot, Still on her knees holding her leg to beg him.

—I wouldn't say anything and yes, I saw, since what I shouldn't see, but I swear on my parents' heads that I wouldn't say anything.

He told his friend:

—You see, she won't reveal anything, it's no use killing her.

She crossed her fingers hoping that her friend would accept, but she had the impression that he was the leader, that he was making fun of her.

—Listen thisavrós, I think today, we've killed enough, so you can go home. Then he continued by saying: "It's not an hour for a woman and even less such a dark road for a woman. Next time, avoid taking this kind of road.

Surprisingly, he helped her get up, he took a handkerchief out of his pocket, he wiped her face, he helped me blow his nose. It was strange for her.

Doesn't he intend to kill me?

She looked into his eyes to be sure that there was no danger, that she could really leave.

Logically Zyphira was afraid of giving him his back and that he would shoot her in the back or even, She did not know.

He seemed to understand her concern, she looked him in the eyes

—You can go, I won't do anything to you. I've killed enough for today. Good night thisavrós

She hesitated, out of fear

—If you don't hurry, I might change my mind. She said smiling at the corner

After that, she starts running as if she were being chased.

Ev was angry that the Tsar had let go of a wit, but he knew the risks of sharing his opinion because he had already shared it a little too much today. He sighed and turned to the Tsar.

—What do we do now? I guess we're repacking everything.

The Tsar always had his eyes glued to the direction Zyphira had taken. He was quite lost on the reasons why he had let him go. Maybe it was just empathy, or kindness, or just a good deed of the day for him, but given the monster he was, it was likely that it was simply an act of kindness.

He quickly swept away his different thoughts before ordering his troupe.

— Don't forget the body.

She had not realized that she was already in front of her door. She was looking to the right, to the left. There was no one. She opened the door hastily and snet into the apartment.

Inside, she locked on her back, went to the windows to make sure no one had followed her. There was no one. She laid him down on the cold floor, her body still trembling and her eyes full of tears.

Fuck, I almost died tonight. Never again, never again a shortcut in my life.

Still alone, she still couldn't realize what had just happened to her. Her hands were shaking. She had witnessed a murder.

Should I go see the police or not?

She was troubled by this whole situation. The man she had seen did not look human.

Already, how can you be so white? He is white as snow. And his terrifying eyes

She had never seen such a white man. Limit white as snow. At the time, she only thought about her survival.

In the shower, with the water flowing all over her wavy black hair, Zyphira was always trembling. She burst into tears again. She could have died tonight. Being an emotional and sensitive person, it was a situation that had too many emotions for her. Zyphira was anxious and stressed by nature. Finding yourself in such a situation was too much.

—It is not necessary to think and rethink this man who was killed in this street. I should forget everything, forget everything, act as if nothing had happened. I didn't see anything, heard anything, it was just my imagination.

She was trying to convince herself that it was just her imagination, nothing more. But deep down, she knew that it would take much more than these words to repeat themselves. To be able to forget that evening. Minutes in the shower, she finally went out with a towel around her waist, her eyes red, wet from head to toe. She went through her bathroom to go to her closet. She took some t-shirt and underwear. She stopped in her momentum when she had the feeling of being observed.

—It's just my imagination.

She dressed quickly and began to go around in circles in her room. She always had the feeling of being observed.

In the kitchen, trying to swallow something, but nothing could pass. She tried a toast with jam, but bad idea, it didn't go through. She circled the window and there, a shrill cry sounded throughout the building.