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-And I believe you Elena, well I think you’d better start walking.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Jaw clenched, eyes dark, Finn exuded the danger that made the entire population of the town tremble. He wasn’t a hitman or a man who took pleasure in killing, but he liked to give off that dark aura to warn off anyone who dared to mess with him. No longer able to stand his assistant, who already thought she was his wife, he’d decided to hire a new one, one with whom he’d only go on business trips. He’d given the meeting time as eight o’clock and not a second more, but now, because of the bloody traffic jams on Nevsky Prospect, he was forced to find another way. He left the driver in charge of the car and decided to walk. As he passed, everyone cleared the way for him, for already the flaps of his black coat that twirled with every step he took were pushing aside those who remained within a metre of him.

Trotting along on her heels for the last quarter of an hour, Elena regretted the reason she had decided to walk in the first place, but since she had already taken the path, she had no choice but to continue. She was in enough pain as it was and kept muttering barely audible things to herself. Cursing for the umpteenth time, she felt herself thrown to the ground, and it’s a good thing only her buttocks had suffered the shock, because she could have broken a bone. The shrieks of fright from the crowd frightened her too, as a shadow stopped in front of her. She was now deprived of the mild morning sun and when she raised her head, she couldn’t see clearly because the height of this person was dizzying. She groaned as she felt her bottom tingle with everyone watching her. She could have stayed like this all day, but a job interview was fast approaching.

Looking at the tiny silhouette of the woman her coat had just thrown to the ground, Finn couldn’t figure out if she was new to the town or not because she could have understood that the minimum distance between him and other passers-by was one meter. He was about to leave when he noticed her hand stretched out towards him, asking him to help her up, but he wasn’t known for that sort of thing, so he plunged his hands into his coat pockets and walked away.

Elena’s mouth was hanging open now; it was the very first time she’d ever been put down like that, let alone in public. She had tears in the corner of her eyes and a circle had formed around her as if these people didn’t give a damn about their lives.

-Don’t be surprised if these people look at you like that, it’s simply because they don’t understand why you took such a risk. I think he’s been very kind today, you can get up now.

She looked at the man who’d just spoken to her, who looked better than she did and, besides, who’d dare to have a lip-smacking smile after that gente de scenario. He helped her retrieve her bag and, once on her feet, she began to leave without saying a word.

-I’m… can I ask where you’re going?

Hearing this sentence, she had the impression that she’d forgotten her way, so she took the opposite direction as the man who’d just helped her ran behind her, laughing. He managed to restrain her by the arm as she was already getting annoyed.

-May I ask where you’re going, Miss…?

-Montoya, Elena Montoya. I’m going to apply for a position with this company, Martinov. Aviation and I think I’m already late.

-I wish you good luck and here’s my card if you need anything.

The way he wished her luck spoke volumes, but this was no time to try and understand. And as for her card, she hadn’t come to be hit on in the streets of St Petersburg, but she’d taken it anyway, so as not to titter at length.