Chapter 1

Oliver was quietly sitting at his computer at the SCPD. The day was boring as hell.

He never imagined working with cops, after all he used to be a killer and torturer. But he was pretty sure that if he ended up in a bad situation the Hood or Al Sa'him would reappear and he would snap some necks and shoot some bad guys. But luckily there was no danger now so he was mostly Oliver Queen. The new Oliver Queen. Ollie Queen was a playboy that partied every night without a meaning in life. Sometimes he missed those days. Now he was a vigilante that works with cops, a father and a husband. But his old mistakes still kept hunting him, and he still had nightmares about the Gambit, Lian Yu, Hong Kong, and Russia. He knew that there will always be something dark from his past that will show up in the present but what was about to happen wasn't expected at all.

He heard some voices not far away, he guessed they were coming from Dinah's office. And he was right. Suddenly he realised that there was someone speaking Russian. A woman. Her voice seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

He stood up and made his way to Dinah's office. At that moment the door opened and the woman that was previously talking in Russian walked out, and Dinah followed her out. Oliver came closer and realised who the woman was.

(during his fifth year away, Russia)

Oliver was getting drunk with his brothers. The music was playing loudly. Everyone was trying to talk but it was hard because of the music and the alcohol they all consumed. There was about 10 of his brothers in the bar.

He heard Anatoly call everyone into the private area of the bar to talk.

Oliver headed to the closed area and sat at one of the couches. They were all drunk, and they still kept drinking.

When they were all seated one of the guys screamed. "Bring the girls!"

Everyone cheered including Oliver. But then he remembered that the woman that they were talking about weren't prostitutes, they were slaves. Girls caught by the Bratva and then raped. Some were doing it to earn money but most were forced.

He decided that if he wants to have some fun he'll find a prostitute instead of raping a random girl. Oliver wanted to stop his brothers. But he knew that he was under the influence of alcohol and he'd end up doing something stupid.

A few girls came in. Most were bruised with scratches on their faces and shoulders. There was one that caught his attention. She wasn't like the others. Her clothes were different. The other girls had dresses so they looked better, but this one was wearing a tank top and jeans. His brothers suggested he took her for the night but he refused.

Most guys left with a girl while the rest kept drinking. Anatoly left the party a bit later, saying he had stuff to do. A few guys were already wasted as hell and having a difficult time standing up.

He was leaving the bar when he saw the girl from earlier. A guy was dragging her away. She kept screaming, but it was useless. Oliver wanted to help but he wasn't in the right condition and he had no right to do that. This was Bratva and that's what they do. And no one would change something just because some American guy wasn't liking what they did. The girl was looking at him with pleading eyes, but Oliver simply turned and walked away.

(present day, SCPD)

That girl from the bar. The one he didn't even try to save. He thought he would never see her again but there she was right in front of him. And he couldn't simply walk away this time.

His mouth opened but he said nothing. She was staring at him with hate. And he deserved it. He failed her that day.

The two were standing there in the middle of the police station looking at each other. Slowly all the cops gathered to see what was happening.

Dinah was standing in the middle.

"What is happening?" She asked Oliver.

"I… I. How are you here?" He asked turning to the girl. She looked the same. Except she didn't look scared, she looked angry like she was gonna kill someone.

She let out a breath and turned to Dinah. "Это не твоё дело(that's none of your business)."

Dinah looked between the two.

"Oliver how do you know Sasha?"

Oliver let out a breath. "That's a long story."

Sasha smirked "Well you should tell them anyway. Right Kapushon or should I say Capitan?!"

Dinah turned to Oliver. "So you're also the vigilante in Russia that worked with Bratva?"

Sasha smiles and said "Technically he worked with himself considering the fact that he is Bratva and he's their Captain."

Oliver turned to Dinah who was shocked as hell. "I'm not anymore."

But that didn't help the situation. At that moment Felicity walked into the SCPD. She could see Oliver but couldn't get to him so she just stayed there looking at what was happening.

Sasha turned to Oliver. "I'll see you around Capitan!"

"Подожди! Саша, прости, я должен был тебе помочь, правда прости! (Wait! Sasha, sorry I should have helped you, I'm actually sorry!)"

She turned away. "Уже поздно для извинения.(It's too late to apologize)"

With that she walked away.

Dinah was standing staring at Oliver. She knew he had a dark past, but Bratva is over the limit. Felicity finally squeezed through and walked up to Oliver. He was standing there looking the ground with sad eyes.

"Oliver what happened?" Felicity was frustrated.

Oliver looked up. His look reminded of the one when he was the Hood.

"I failed her."