"My name is Masha Rostova…"

After that, Liz's words were a blurry haze. Samar couldn't comprehend what was happening – or rather, she didn't want to comprehend it.

She met Liz's eyes through the gate, her mouth parted slightly in shock. Liz's blue eyes were steely and determined. Samar couldn't see any trace of remorse or sadness in her expression.

She wanted to reach through the bars and grab her, shake her, scream. But she couldn't touch her. Liz had just thrown her entire life away and Samar was powerless to help.

Plus she knew if she started letting her anger out now, it would consume her, burn her to the ground, as her harbored feelings set the anger ablaze, turning her into an uncontrollable storm. She would become the inevitable explosion as fire meets gasoline.

She simply had to continue throwing herself into the job. Anything, really, as long as she wasn't thinking about the fact that she was hunting down Elizabeth Keen.

Elizabeth Keen, who just turned herself over to Russia rather than trusting her own friends.

Elizabeth Keen, who just became everything she wasn't to save herself.

Elizabeth Keen, who just broke Samar Navabi's heart.