PrologueHe had brownish-red hair and blue eyes, which were actually gray without contact lenses. He was wearing a leather jacket and as he walked towards the alley of Dima's Club, a nightclub frequented by members of the Russian mafia, he saw that the club was closed and that there was tape all around, indicating that something had happened here . "Hands where I can see them," a policeman standing guard at the crime scene said as he saw the woman with red-brown hair wandering around, Alexis nodded doing as she was told, there was no point in trying to react and raising her hands arms above her head, as the policeman approached her slowly and carefully. “What is a lady like you doing here?” his companion asked incredulously. "This is a crime scene." What was he doing here, in a nightclub, deep in Russian mafia territory, they ask, well trying to find Yuri of course. The only man still alive with any connection to his past. A past she wanted to forget, a past she thought had been forgotten when she fled the Motherland and came to the UN....