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Russia

Two months later.

The lack of light in his office had made wince when the door opens letting in the corridor light. Lorenzo was in a daze, you could smell the whiskey stench on him. He doesn't remember the last time he had anything to drink except his whiskey. All he could think about was his Maya rotting in the ground next to his family. He couldn't bear to look at her pale cold skin, so he had a closed casket. It was a shock to them all, he lost everything the two most important people in his life that day. Sleeping wasn't an option, she was always in his dreams, taunting him. Sometimes he sees her blood everywhere, he would feel it on his fingers.

"Lorenzo?" Alessio's voice feels the room. He was back from the trip he went on, not like Lorenzo noticed he was gone. Alessio heart filled with guilt for his friend.

"I'm back," he says as he walks towards the desk, Lorenzo was staring into the distance.