"Yes, I remember," he said cautiously. His mouth opened and closed, as he tried to make sense of what she was telling him. He wiped his mouth with the napkin and very calmly, almost too calmly, got up from the table. "Give me a moment, please," he said and went inside.

She was right, this information made him very very angry. He was pissed that she was only just telling him this. More so that Sergei would lay a hand on Sinthia as if she was a common whore. Illya swore under his breath and took several deep breaths to calm himself before returning outside to sit back down at the table. He took a long drink of wine and then set down the glass carefully.

"I am not angry with you." But he couldn't hold it back finally and a little snicker escaped him. "That little shit lied. Sergei said he had been hit by car."