sniff sniff. Smell like someone died. Or maybe it just the diseased rotting hole between the legs that I smell?

But it not prevents me to drink up all your pain, suffer, aggression, hate, everything. I close my eyes, I inhale deeply, and I smile so big. I feel like I smoke the good hash from it.

Thanks you Lazloland, for giving me everything I want.

Lyosha here.

Doctors counted 24 stab wounds and stopped counting after 100 cuts. The doctors are preparing some mojo to try to lift her out of the coma.

For some reason I got the idea to share one of the songs she was listening to on her player. It is a song from her favourite band, Nautilus Pompilius. I have quickly translated it into English. I may be way off, but I am pretty sure it a message or a clue of some kind.

dym awakened something inside of her, but Natasha's mind is not gone yet, even if this happened to her.

I have to be honest with you all. I really do not know if my emotions have taken over or if I am reading my feelings right, but I have to do everything I can to save this little precious one. I am used to killing shit, going through windows and mouse holes, shooting things from afar. I am neither built nor trained for this.

Bert, you can give me your flight details, and I will pick you up at the airport.

Here is the song.



"A glance from the screen"

She read the world as a novel,
But it turned out to be a story.
Apartment building neighbours,
Guys with adolescent consciences.

A walk in the park without a dog
Can cost you a lot.
Mother learns by heart the morgue's phone number
When she for a long time does not come home.

Father comes home, he cannot find the doors.
And he spits in the prepared supper.
She is older than her mother.
He ought to be her husband.

The first experience of struggle against sweaty hands
Always comes too early.

Love is only face on the wall.
Love is a glace from the screen.

Allen Delone speaks French.
Allen Delone doesn't drink eau de cologne.
Allen Delone drinks a double bourbon.
Allen Delon speaks French.

Guys try in their girlfriends' apartments.
She, too, appears there,
But it gives her nothing
Except every-day morning dramas.

But at home quite a different story.
She looks in his eyes,
And fantasies fly into her bosom of love
More strongly than all those know* her

*(in the Biblical sense)

You are correct, Alexei. There is a message.

Delon the French actor. She loves homos.

Hi Bert.

You probably will not recognise her with all the bruises and skin damage. That and she not Natasha no more.

Too bad, so sad.

Oh, I'd know her anywhere you miserable prick.

I am on the way to Russia, just as soon as I can get to an airport. Now that more important matters have been dealt with, it is time to see what has been found.

Dym, go ahead and write off the russian who uses this account, he will soon be useless to you, pray that he leaves no traces back to the rest of you.

You still do not know who you are playing with do you?

Ok, somehow I landed in Russia after dealig with the seal. Not sure where I am. I see a big train station with a cafe inside selling overpriced foodstuffs. I wish I knew how to speak Russian.

Sasha, I'll send a picture to your email address. See if you can figure out where I am.

Kei I had a plane waiting for Bert, to get him to Russia post haste. It seems he doesn't need it, but it is still going with a few of my people who wish to help Natasha if you would like to tag along you are welcome to.

If you can get the name of the train station, it would be much easier to narrow your location down. By the way are you in the middle of a huge city, in the country side, small town, or what? When you send the picture, send as many details as possible, too.

Big City. I included several signs in the pictures including a newspaper.

Watch yourself Bert, and take care of Natasha first. Then We hunt Dym.

Interesting story. I still have my M16A1 with me. I swiped someone's heavy overcoat off a clothesline and left some money in the next garment so it is concealed for now.

Like I said watch yourself you don't need to end up in jail over there, when Natasha needs you.

Fortunately for you it is a cool day in Petersburg. Go to the kiosk that sells leather wallets and such. Ask for a copy of 'The St. Petersburg Times'. Read it, it is the city's main English-language newspaper, while you are waiting. The rest I am sending to you in private.

Alright.

Hmm, interesting read.

So this is what my master found so exciting in Russia. Too bad little Natasha is just an empty wine jug now, she was quite the feast for a little while.

My compliments to you dym. Should you survive, I would very much like to speak with you. If you need any help, PM me.

So far I easily get humans to do all I want done.

It is easy to see why I the superior menace to Lazlo Society.

Be careful Voice, your master is in a perilous state now. You play with this, your defintely gonna get burned. So play all you like, bitch.

Watch your words mortal, you are nothing compared to my master.

As for you Spider, you should know alot about my master's condition. And your own, progressing nicely I hope.

Voice.. You ran like a little bitch, don't give me a reson to put you high on my list of to do's. As you would not get away a second time.

Ohho, another pawn thinks he is a player. Does the mirth never end around here? I can see why Mr. Li told me I should check this place out.

I just got finished visiting Natasha and Sasha.

Sasha is in pretty good shape considering.

Natasha, she, she's, if you spent any less time with her than I did you wouldn't recognize her.

Between the damage from the prison, the medical equipment and all the self inflicted injuries, you wouldn't know her to see her. Its not a pretty sight. Although, seeing her alive at all is a wonderful thing in of itself.

I'm going to go back in a bit after I've recovered some.

I don't know if it will help, but give her my best Bert. The same for Sasha.

Yes, I am a pawn. But at least I know who moves me, can you say the same?

I also know the bad end you will come to Voice, and trust me you won't like it.

We'll enjoy it though.

Well now, that suggestion certainly does have potential. Yes, this is something we should defintely discuss Jeremiah.

Yes Voice, I know who moves you, I even know who pulls my strings.