We got out without almost any problems, and we found out that we were in St. Petersburg.
It was so cold (I'd dressed for California weather), and with my tank top, jeans, and thin jacket, I was freezing my butt off.

"Here." Wesker took off his jacket, giving it to me, and we continued on.

I didn't know if he noticed, but I was giving him a very prolonged confused look.
I snapped out of it and decided to take this time to ask him the question I've been meaning to for years, "Did you really kill Steve?"

I always believed there was some misunderstood or innocent part in Wesker.
For some reason… But if he did, he certainly doesn't ever show it. EVER.
He only gave me a look.

"Tell me!" I resisted the urge to lock him back into that building and blow it up.

"No, he was already dead when I came across him."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?"

"It doesn't matter either way, so I might as well not lie about it."

"So they were all wrong."

"They who?"

"Everyone."

*Jill's POV*

Claire and I sat on either side of Chris, both with blank stares.

I sighed, "I can't believe Stacy…"

"What do you mean?"

"She went off on her own, and there's literally no way we can help her now… Not to mention, she set herself up for everyone who wants to kill her. I just don't want to lose anyone else…"

"Yeah, but she's an expert on this kind of stuff… Especially since how many times she's almost died in the past."

We both laughed a little, and Claire looked like she had something really weird on her mind.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I was just thinking… Doesn't the new kid, Jake, look really similar to Wesker, or is it just me?"

"I haven't seen him yet."

Claire cracked the door open a little bit and pointed out, "That's him. The one flirting with the receptionist."

"Wow, he does! Do you think he could be…"

"I don't know. He said he never knew his dad…"

*Stacy's POV*

We checked into a hotel for the night, and while Wesker went upstairs, I headed to the payphone outside and called Claire.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Claire, it's me, Stacy."

"Holy crap! Where are you? Are you okay? Did you get a cure yet?"

"Well, I'm in Russia. I'm fine, and unfortunately, no."

"Russia?!"

"Yeah…I woke up here. It's really pretty!"

"How much have you been smoking?"

"Lots."

There was silence.

"I'm just kidding, Claire!"

"Hopefully… Anyways, did Jake look familiar when you met him?"

"Kind of."

"Well, Jill and I have been thinking and we said that he kinda looks like Wesker."

"Are you saying he has a son?"

"Yes."

"That's…just… When could he have had time for that?"

"I don't know!"

"Well, maybe I will ask him about that…"

"Are you with him?"

"Yeah, we actually just checked into a hotel…he's been strangely very nice, at least for him and-"

"What are you thinking, crazy lady?!" I heard Jill yell very loudly over the phone.

I sighed, "Can you guys at least let me explain some crap?"

"Sure." They both said.

"Okay, so the night that I left and took Uroboros, someone knocked me out and I woke up in a barred cell next to Wesker in an Umbrella base. Come to find out, Spencer and Sergei wanted Uroboros, so they brought us there. I got separated from Wesker for a little while, fell asleep, and woke up here. Wesker and I escaped the facility and now I'm here. Also, I finally asked him about Steve, and he said that he was already dead. I'm kind of scared because he's been acting weird. Like, not his regular hostile self."

"What'd he do?" Jill asked.

"He didn't try to backstab me, and y'know how I'm totally not dressed for this weather? Well, he gave me his freaking coat…"

"Whoa… Well, you can't let him trick you."

"I know, that's what I was thinking, too… I have to go, so I'll hopefully see you guys soon."

"Okay. Love you!"

I hung up and went inside, still thinking about the 'Jake theory'.
When I got in the room, I noticed a bullet hole through the glass on the window.

"Wesker?" I called.

Someone came up from behind me and covered my mouth, "Be quiet, Sergei's got a sniper on us."
It was Wesker.

"What is wrong with you people?!" I muttered under my breath when he let me go.

I thought for a second and finally came up with an idea, "Well, we can't get out there without being killed… Let me see your phone, I'm going to end this right now."

He hesitated at first, but finally gave it up. And I called Sergei.

"Surrendering?"

"I'll pay you for a cure to the C-Virus."

"How much?"

I said the first number that came to my head, "Twelve...million?"

"That seems reasonable… You have 24 hours."
With that he hung up.

"You're never going to get that money."

"Probably not, but if I don't, I know how this works out in the end."

"How would you?"

"I was a gangster… Trust me; it's not as fun as everyone makes it sound."

Wesker looked very taken aback, "What?"

"Yeah. We didn't have a lot of money. So I started dealing drugs. I didn't stop because of all the money, drugs, and respect that I got back from it, especially because there weren't any other girls that could do what I was doing, and everything got worse from there. We even had to move because when it all needed to end, a couple of guys my gang was trafficking for, threatened to kill my family. A corrupted mind…at fourteen…"

I could tell he couldn't think of anything to say.

I smirked, "You don't have to feel sorry for me, y'know."

"Well, I can say the same thing to you."

Is he a freakin' mind reader or something?!

It wasn't until now that I noticed we were practically nose-to-nose…and we kissed. It was when hands started to wander that Wesker broke the kiss, "You don't want this, trust me."

"I think I know what I want, Wesker...and so do you."

Okay, so we all obviously already know that Jake is Wesker's son.

But, stay tuned! Chapter 5 is going to take a while to complete...