Under the dim light seeping through the prison bars,Maya stared into the void in silence.Her hands were shackled, yet her features didn't belong to a prisoner…
She was waiting for her next move in the game…Not worried, not anxious,but… excited.
**
Then came the sound she loved to hear:the creak of the door.
She smiled faintly without looking at him.His steps approached, his stance casting a shadow over her.
He said in a sharp, direct voice:
"Sit up straight. You're under investigation, and I don't have time to play with you."
She sat up straight.
She finally looked at him… directly into his eyes.
She said calmly:
"You should sleep, officer… How many nights has it been?Your left eye is twitching from exhaustion."
He froze for a few seconds.Then said:
"You're in no position to ask questions."
He opened the file and threw it forcefully in front of her.
"Maya Orlova… heiress of the new Blood Stain."Then he flipped through the pages loudly—photos, reports, numbers.
"All these crimes… in such a short time?When did you even find time to breathe?"
**
She chuckled softly and said:
"Don't tire yourself with reading…It won't change anything.Unless… I decide that you can."
**
He fell silent.Looked at her in rare astonishment.
Then he got closer until his warm breath bounced off her skin, as if the entire prison was reduced to that space between them…And he said, without blinking:
"During the raid… one of your men almost shot me, why did you stop him?"
She raised an eyebrow, stared into his eyes for a long moment, then said:
"Your eyes…They stopped me."
**
A genuine look of surprise appeared on his face.He hadn't expected that answer.
But at that moment, she began to grasp the thread.
**
He started questioning.An interrogation… question after question.But she didn't answer.
She only looked at him, cut off his words with short phrases, lured him in ways he didn't notice.
And in the end, without realizing it,he was the one answering… explaining… getting nervous.
**
Then suddenly he stood up.Closed the file forcefully.His face was still, but… looked a little weaker.
He was about to leave.
Before he opened the door, he heard her soft laugh—different this time.
She whispered to herself:
"He was a little tougher than I expected…But he fell."