⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ White Winter
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #AnAssassinsMemoirs
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Russia, 1976
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀St. Petersburg
His arrival to the large city spanned before him, the cool wind brushing against him. James took a moment to take in the city, looking over the people on the street, their bodies hunched over due to the cold weather. He moved towards the city, his mind turning the information over and over again.
He reached the end of a small neighborhood, the homes separated by large yards, bushes and trees surrounding the area. No doubt a wonderful living area, it's location ideal for anyone. He moved towards the area of his focus, an average sized home, a small tree overhead, providing shade to the patio outside. He moved slowly around the corner of the home, heading to the backside of the home. He took a moment to gaze inside the back door window. Within were two individuals, a woman with a short curly haired bob, a smile spreading upon full rouge tinted lips. The object of her affection smiled back, lips curling in glee. Several plates laid out before them, one with toast and eggs, another of an assortment of fruits. She gave them a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the room. James moved away and lifted his hand to knock on the door. Simple, yes, but quite effective, especially with the full neighborhood around him.
He listened as footsteps reached the door, the click of the knob as it slowly opened, a tall male in blonde looked to James with a questioning look." я могу вам помочь?" (can I help you?) The soldier grabbed the door, pushing it aside and allowing himself inside. The tall man looking at him with terror and anger, immediately screaming towards James. He moved forward to lunge at the soldier, who easily moved away from the man, stepping to the side and letting him fall over. The clicking of heel announced the arrival of the other home patron, James looking up in time to see a horrified woman holding a toddler. He felt the man's arms wrap around him, attempting to drag him back and away from his family. He looked up to see the woman run to the rooms with the child, the sound of heels growing fainter.