A/N: Yay a new story and guess what my beta reader did an amazing job^-^ Anyway here is the story~~

Warning : dark and violent mostly

Prologue,

It was past midnight, and the roads of Moscow were empty as everyone had either gone home, some night club or bar. The only sounds were the howling of the wind and the distant music being played at the clubs. At one of these clubs, a 16 years old boy was standing in a corner to avoid suspicions, his empty grey eyes were watching a man of forty on the other side drowning a lot of alcohol and occasionally kissing a girl who was clinging to him.
After another two hours, the man stood up but was barely able to stand up properly, he kissed the girl and said goodbye to her, then managed to leave the club somehow. The grey eyed boy followed him and after looking around he pulled his hood over his head covering his two toned grey and black hair.
The drunk man stumbled across the bridge and leaned on it for support. Panting, the man looked around for any sign of life. Frowning at the boy who was following him, he sneered, "Who the hell are you, and why are you following me?"
Walking towards the man, the boy bowed and looked at him with an evil glint in his eyes. The man noticed this and backed away in fear.
''Mr. Nickriforov, Mr. Smirnov sends you his best regards.'' Said the grey eyed boy as a grin broke on his usually emotionless face. Hearing the name, Mr. Nicriforov's eyes widened in fear. He backed away until his back hit the railing. As his assassin came nearer, he started thrashing but the boy grabbed his hand tightly and punched him in the guts. The man couldn't take the impact of the punch and fall of the bridge and started to uselessly struggling to afloat to no avail.
The grey eyed boy frowned and thought of pulling the man out of water and killing him in the most brutal way possible, then just stared at the drowning man as he thought how disappoint it is that whole day after following him around just to kill him by pushing off the bridge.
'Maybe it's better this way; killing him brutally may rise suspicions. No one will think someone pushed him of the bridge; after all, he was drunk. The Police will obviously think he just lost his balance and fell.' Thought the boy.
He looked at the sky as the sun started to rise. If he returned now, he might get some hours of sleep before reporting his mission. He glanced at the river once more and started to walk to his destination, Balcov Abbey.

A/N: Guess who the boy is ? Anyway please read and review .^-^

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