Yassen Gregorovich, the contract killer was summoned in Moscow to assassinate a scientist because of his specialists in a common project. The information couldn't get out. Yassen was summoned by Scorpia and after successfully murdering the chinese scientist in the Moscow State University, it brought old memories to Yasha. Yassen accomplished his mission one day before he could head back to Malagasto. That meant he still had one day left, and then a few old friends passed by his mind. Dima and the others. The names he thought he would never hear from again. But Yassen was wrong. He set out to find them at their usual home. An old, broken small room in a flat. That's where they lived and Yassen remembered it quite well. He knew what to do.

Yassen was a master at ninjitsu so he would surely not get caught. His stealth was another masterpiece. He also killed Professor Dementyev. Killing the professor made Yassen more grateful. He was emotionless now, not like before.

Yassen found Dima's place still the same as he remembered. He saw a splash of paint, with letters spelling DIMA'S PLACE. He remembered that too. Yassen knocked three times, and concealed his pistol behind his trousers in his back pocket. He made sure to keep it that way for now. Someone opened the door. It was Dima. When Yassen saw what he looked like, he almost threw up. He wasn't sure that that was the same Dima from before, but unfortunately he was. Dima had the smell of odour and tobacco. His face was all screwed up, that you could hardly recognize the eyes anymore. You couldn't even know this was the person from the past. Dima first spoke.

"Who are you?" Dima asked. He coughed twice and looked up to the stranger.

"You don't remember me, do you?"

"I said who are you!" Yassen could now see that Dima was more furious, more dirtier, more of anything he was from before. This wasn't the Dima Yassen knew.

"Dima..."

"How do you know my...?" Suddenly, Dima somehow knew. "Soldier...?"

Dima couldn't believe it. Yassen looked so...different from expected. He was so unexpectedly more...Dima couldn't find the word for it. He decided to call the others. "Hey guys. Come here for a sec...it's Yasha, remember?"

"Hardly." One of them said, it must've been Grigory. When Dima glimpsed back for Yassen he wasn't there no more. "He's not here, Dima. You must be dreaming."

"I swear I saw him here!"

"Stealth." The Russian adult said. Dima looked back inside his flat and saw Yassen standing there, with two pistols in his hands.

"What are you doing?" Dima asked.

Yassen spoke no more, he raised the pistols and shot Roman and Grigory both in between their eyes. They both collapsed, their body no more connected with their soul. They were surely motionless. Dima covered his mouth. He was shocked. He was angrier than ever. "What did you do?!" He interrogated. "What have we ever done to you, Yasha?!"

"I'm now Yassen. I'm a contract killer." Yassen paused, then continued. "I am what you made me." Within a second he raised the guns and pulled the trigger. Without even knowing what happened, Dima collapsed. Two bullets in his forehead.

Yassen meant that they turned him into a thief just like they were, that brought him to the Dacha in the Silver Forest, then Scorpia. He showed no pity anymore, no anger, no sadness, no nothing. Just a plain face.

A man burst inside the flat. Yassen knew at once who he was. It was Fagin. The man who was criticized for torturing Yassen's life by bringing the thought of the flat in Gorky Park.

"What the-?"

Without hesitation, Yassen shot him too then made his way out.