Mr. Monk and the Russian Mob
February 16, 1987
"Boris, take your sibling's up to there rooms." She pushed her children away from the library.
"But mama I want to see. Why dad isn't moving?" She looked down at her only daughter.
"My darling Lena, I will explain it to you later, so you listen to you brother Boris, till I come and get you."
"Okay mama." She hugged her mother before being carried up stairs by her older brother Boris.
"Boris is papa going to be okay." She looked up at her mother.
"I do not know, Lena we will see." He puts his sister down and sits at the end of her bed. Time passed and there mother came to her room fallowed by her other brothers.
"I'm sorry to tell you this but your papa has been murdered buy someone, the police are looking in on it to find the person that has taken your Papa away from you." A knock sounded at the door and Randall walked in smiling.
"Are you going to get up Lena?" He walked over to her kissing her on the lips. The dream faded and she slowly realized that it had only been a dream. Though there were still lips kissing hers.