Its dark outside, rain coming down heavily. You’re sitting on the couch when you hear your back door open. Heavy footsteps make their way to the living room. You can hear heavy breathing, the scent of metallic blood hitting your nose. A scraggly voice calls speak lowly in your ear.

“Privet, lyubov' moya..”

This would scare anyone..if you hadn’t known that this was your murderous boyfriend, 45 year old Asher.

Only killing other murderers, he sees it as justification in his eyes.