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While the artist was at ith the original, I visited his workshop every day I oversaw the project in its finest detail I knew once she was brought here, I wouldn’t see her again And I didn’t forcompelled me to visit I’m not superstitious I don’t believe in premonitions However, that day, as I stood on the saoing to happen in New York City And it did Soor took the bullet

Maybe that gut feeling wasto warn me

I stare at the naraved in marble

Viktor Volkov

Anastasia Volkova

A shrill chirp cuts through the air The leaves aboveof wings

I turn Igor is searching the area, his gun pointed in front of him When a black cat saunters from behind the tree and crosses the road, he lowers his ar breath

Shaking the snow froo”

Since it wasn’tflowers Just like it wasn’tKaterina across the ocean and lock her up in my house But it is what it is now

I’ll come back with roses

My kiska will adapt

She has to, because I won’t let her refuseShe’sthe proof in my pocket in the form of her access card

Moveure trudges over the snow-covered lawn Igor draws his gun again, but I stop hiarb and thin gray hair that’s plaited down the wo out from underneath a wooly hat

I saw her here on rave keeper who lives in a sate She askedto know every grave in the yard by naraves themselves, practically part of the so-called furniture here I didn’t need her directions Even though I hadn’t been to the graveyard since o, I remembered exactly where to find theave her the nael

“Why have you never visited?” she asked in her croaky voice

Not wanting to spew some bullshit, I didn’t answer

Now, she looks up at the sound of our footsteps, not see the least bit alarmed at our presence