text: [Themes: modern, historical]
  
  You say nothing as you're stuck in stop-and-go traffic. You hope that it's just a crash up ahead, not some police checkpoint. God that'd be annoying, if it was a checkpoint. You continue to sit in the taxi, thinking about what has been going on.
  
  "Wait! I think I see what's up!" The taxi driver says.
  
  "What is it?" You respond.
  
  "A car crash. Major. Looks like a police car crashed with a few cars."
  
  "Huh, that's not good." Soon, traffic begins to clear up and the taxi can get back to its job, taking you to Natela's location.
  
  "This is it." The taxi driver says as he drives down a street. "Atskuri Street, number four, right?" He asks.
  
  "Yep." You say.
  
  "Ok." He says as he pulls up the taxi and puts it into park. "45 Lari." He says, holding his hand out. You hand him the specific amount of cash.
  
  "Thank you." You say before getting out of the taxi. The man soon drivers away, into the sunset. You then begin to walk towards the specificed building, 4 Atskuri Street. It's a multi-story building with some cameras on the outside. Besides that, it looks like any other building on the street. As you walk inside, you take a look and the building's bland interior. Plaster walls, a few chairs, and a desk for an accountant, with an accountant. You walk up to the desk, and are greeted by said accountant.
  
  "How may I help you?" The young woman asks.
  
  "I'm here to see someone." You say.
  
  "And who that be?" She asks again.
  
  "Natela, Natela Kipiani."
  
  "And your name?"
  
  "Nikoloz Tsereteli." The receptionist types into her computer.
  
  "Do you have an appointment?"
  
  "N-no, I don't, is that ok?"
  
  "Well, most of our customers usually set up an appointment."
  
  "Can I still see her?" The receptionist types into her computer once more.
  
  "I believe you can. Miss Kipiani will be notified, please wait here." She says. You walk over to some chairs and sit down. You contemplate your many, many, thoughts.
  
  "I just messed up didn't I?" A voice says in your head.
  
  "It'll be fine, just you wait." Another voice says.
  
  "I just blew my cover, I shouldn't have done this." Another chirps in.
  
  "I can do this, I can do this." Another interjects.
  
  "Mr. Tsereteli? Ms. Kipiani is ready to see you."
  
  "Oh, good." You say as you get up from the chair.
  
  "Take the stairs to floor two, then in Room 4 is Ms. Kipiani."
  
  "Thank you." You say as you open the door to the stairway and begin to walk up. Once you're on floor two, you walk over to Room 4, and place your hand on the door handle.
  
  "This is it, no messing up, no do-overs, no retakes." You say as you enter the room, to see Natela sitting at a desk.
  
  "Nikoloz Tsereteli, oh how the times have changed." Natela says to you.
  
  "I guess so, Natela. I have a feeling you know why I'm here."
  
  "Of course I do, you want to kill me!" She says. "I betrayed you, and you want revenge!"
  
  "Look, what are you doing here?"
  
  "Oh, here? I'm currently heading a secret Russian paramilitary group, and this is our HQ."
  
  "And you're posing as a business, good job for the camouflage."
  
  "Thank you."
  
  "Anyway, why the Russians Natela? You said you aren't a communist, so why are you working for them?"
  
  "Money, I guess, but when I was younger, I lived in South Ossetia, and one time a Georgian Militia came by my village and raided it. It was not pretty, Niko."
  
  "Well, that must've been bad, but you didn't need to betray your country!"
  
  "Look Niko, I know you're mad, but if things get out of hand, I can always call a group of guards to protect me."
  
  "I wouldn't expect a former soldier to need protection."
  
  "Things change Niko, things change." You feel as if you want to charge her, but you also know that you could reason with her. You are torn, whatever you do, you must commit to the choice.
  
  > Reason With Natela
  You know violence won't help you, so you decide to reason with Natela.
  
  "Natela, I just want to make things right. Look, I'm sorry that your village was raided, but that doesn't have to affect your affiliation."
  
  "But it does Niko, Georgia persecutes thousands of innocent people every year, like the Ossetians and Abkhazians."
  
  "Eating up Russian Propaganda, eh? Must make you full of hate."
  
  "It is not propaganda, it is truth. You refuse to believe it."
  
  "Ok then, how about you continue on with the raid on your village?"
  
  "Fine. So, back in the early 1984, I lived in South Ossetia, and the people in the village wanted to secede. A Georgian Ultranationalist Militia heard about that, and when protests were staged in the village, the group came by, and fired on the protesters."
  
  "Natela, you know those Ultranationalists don't represent all of Georgia and it's people! Can't you even reason with yourself?"
  
  "Do you still want to kill me Niko?"
  
  "Somewhat yes, but I still know we can reason Natela. Deep down, I still love you somewhat..."
  
  "If you loved me, you'd have joined me when I left, but alas, you did not."
  
  "I guess I can't reason with you... Just give me some money, and I'll leave you alone for the rest of my life."
  
  "What's the money for?"
  
  "You betraying me, I deserve something at least."
  
  "Fine..." Natela sighs before grabing a stack of cash, and giving it to you. "That's only because I know you're probably armed, and while I know I could still beat you in a fight, I don't want to risk my life right now." You take it all in a bag and prepare to walk out the door.
  
  "Natela?" You say. "I'll still remember you when you worked with me." You then walked out the door before a reply could be spoken. Bag in hand, you walked down the stairs, and then out the lobby. You just wanted to get this over with, but you knew Natela was still a threat, so you were thinking of maybe calling the police. What do you do?
  
  > call The Police
  You know Natela is too dangerous of a threat to be left out in the open. You walk over to a nearby payphone and insert some coins. You press the buttons, 1-1-2 and you now hear a continuous ringing coming from the payphone.
  
  "1-1-2, what is your emergency?"
  
  "Hi, I have to report a special case. There is a group of Russian Agents on 4 Atskuri Street, posing as a business. I believe that are passing on information to the Russian Government."
  
  "Ok, we'll send a squadcar over." The phone was then rung up by the other side. You then walk over to the Ducati, and begin to start it up. You then drive off into the sunset, as if in a movie.
  
  > Epilogue
  Two Days Later...
  
  You're at your home in the mountains of Georgia, sitting in on your couch in front of your TV, surfing the multiple channels.
  
  "In Football, Dinamo Tbilisi defeated Samtredia-"
  
  "Now, you want to add the eggs, then the sugar, and stur-"
  
  "Y-You're leaving me?"
  
  "Yes, I have better things to addend to-" Suddenly, you find a news headline that catches your eye.
  
  "Russian Informants arrest in Tbilisi, no word from Moscow."
  
  "Hey!" You say. "I did it! I finally did it!" You begin pumping your fist in the air. "I, I guess we're even Natela." You say towards the TV.