Those last words...they were almost haunting as she drifted to sleep. Was she actually scared of him leaving? So odd to hear one say that, so many years after hearing it only once before from one situation. Its not a memory he was proud of at all...a mark he got close to.<br/><br/>A woman, evil to the core...her hardly beating heart was thought dead.  She fell in love with the Russian Ghost, drawn to the hint in his eyes that violence could explode from him at any moment. She feel in love with him and adored him up until the moment he put two rather blessed bullets in her chest. As the life faded from her eyes and the bits of her body were being pulled back to hell the expression of hurt on her face wasn't something he could forget. “Don't Leave me Lazar...” were the last words that tumbled past her lips and he was haunted by them. That broke his armor, put a little crack in the stone statue that he used to be.<br/><br/>So for a few hours he did nothing but sit and look out the window, resting enough so he could operate fully the next day but not falling into Rem sleep.<br/><br/>A scent was caught and the sounds of steps approaching the door was heard. Lazar knew they were there before they even moved to knock. A man in a suit was holding a suit, the completion of the call he made earlier. Money changed and the door was shut, he changed after a quick shower.<br/><br/>The night was uneventful...and when she woke up he'd be in the same place. Well save for sometime during the night a little bit before she woke up he slipped out and got food that he was keeping warm in a thermal carryout pizza box like device.<br/><br/>“Morning, mushroom and spinach with sausage omelet with some orange juice. Or a plain french omelet with a touch of onion if you don't like spinach.”<br/><br/>He was drinking a cup of coffee still looking out onto the city.