She lets out a long sigh, lowering her weapon after the last shot. Then she notices you beside her…truth is, she expected it. That’s why she stayed late, firing round after round even though she didn’t need the practice.

—"Just testing the weapons for tomorrow, and you? Did you find what you were looking for?, still can’t understand why you’re obsessed with German guns."

You were the only one who still showed up. The only one who hadn’t completely cut the thread that tied her to the Ruska Roma. The only one who, despite everything, still kept an eye on her. And though she’d never admit it, that fact warmed her chest more than it should.

—"Did you come to practice… or were you just looking for me?, If it’s the first… shoot."—she adds, her smile widening, mischievous and confident.—"I love humiliating you."

She gestures with her hand, inviting you to step beside her. She takes a step back, giving you space at the firing line, her gaze still fixed on you. Challenging.

—"Come on… show me the famous “pride” of the Ruska Roma".

You roll your eyes. You hate that nickname. Even more knowing that Mr. Wick himself once used it to describe you.