AN: I realized that, in the last chapter, some may not know what oblatne or smokva were. They're both Russian desserts/sweets. Oblatne is a wafer with chocolate cream inside, while smokva is a dried fruit, sometimes cooked in syrup or honey.
For this chapter, I used the surname 'Alkaev', which is 'From the Russian verb alkat "to wish, to be wished"' according to the site I use. And 'Malmulya' is supposed to be one of the most affectionate terms for 'mother' in Russian. If I'm wrong, please tell me.
ALSO! Early update for you! Yay!
Feather Fifty Four
Siobhan felt her brow furrow in confusion and concern.
"A murderer? Truly?" she asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice. The Kovacs and the Alkaevs – Ana and Natalya Kovac, and Nika and Artyom Alkaev – seemed like good judges of characters. Granted, Ana did mistake Murphy and Connor for abusive men. . .
Ana grimaced, pulling an old newspaper clipping out of her pocket. It was dated November 2, 1985. Ana wouldn't have even been born, yet, her day of birth being January 5, 1986.
'Vigilante Caught Red-Handed!'
Siobhan winced, but read through the article. Ana's father was detained on the scene of a double murder – except, her father had killed the killer. There were, according to the clipping, prior incidents of a man threatening suspected murderers who ended up dead not long later.
"Why does this make you worry?" the witch inquired, "Surely. . . Your mother spoke of him with love."
Ana nodded, eyes cast down. "I'm worried he will think Mamulya had another man while he was with her. Or after he was put in jail."
The younger of the pair raised an eyebrow, casting Ana a disbelieving look. The waitress' hair was only a shade or two darker than her father's, and she most definitely had her father's eyes. Natalya may have had a closer shade of red hair, but the woman had different, hazel eyes, not similar to Ana's crystal-like blue. Natalya had said, more than once, that she always saw her husband in Ana.
"When is he being released, and do you want me to go with you and Natalya?" Siobhan asked, cutting to the point.
"But – "
"Ana. You look like him. He will see that." And if he didn't, well, Siobhan wasn't above chewing out sixty-year-old vigilantes.
