Since Danica had come to this country it had always been like this. She'd lost count of the number of broken promises, the broken dreams, the disappointments. For the first year or two she'd still harboured a hope of going back to college, settling into a profession, finding a reliable guy, perhaps having a few kids. Instead, she'd fallen in with Dominik. Now, for all she tried to fool herself into believing otherwise, she knew she was nothing but the girlfriend of a small-time gangster; she knew she was viewed by him as a mere accessory, and that when he became bored of her she'd be cast off like last year's fashion.<br/><br/>Somewhere among a cluster of garbage cans down the alley ahead of her something stirred, then ran. A cat perhaps; or something else. Danica drew her sweater closer to her, and clutched her purse more tightly.<br/><br/>After each of the guys' jobs she'd promised herself she would leave; simply escape in the night, leaving Dominik laid snoring, in his usual drunken stupor. This time he'd promised it would be different though. The guys were planning, discussing something bigger than their usual cheap scams. She no longer believed a word Dominik said; but his claim that there was a role for a woman in his next job left her intrigued enough to stick around.<br/><br/>As she pondered what to do with her hour or so of freedom, she heard a window roughly flung open behind her. She spun around, to see Dom's head emerge, and heard him yell down to her: "Hey, Danni! Geddup hear right now! We wanna talk to you!"<br/><br/>"Such a charmer", she thought to herself.