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Sydney stared at her mother in utter shock and amazement. She had figured out that her mother was still alive, but . . . her mom was "The Man"? She couldn't believe that she had actually called this woman - the woman who was now responsible for another death in Sydney's life - mom. Mothers do not do that. This incarnation of evil had to be completely devoid of all feelings. Mom was not the appropriate term.
"You . . . how could . . .," Sydney stuttered, choking back tears. "He was my friend! My partner! My . . ." Sydney was now shrieking at Irina.
"Lover?" Irina interjected.
The look on Sydney's face immediately changed from profound anger to shocked dismay.
"No. I would not put him in that kind of danger," Sydney replied flatly, coldly.
"So now you are realizing your feelings for this man, no?"
Her thick Russian accent made Sydney's stomach turn, but the truth in her words hurt more.
"I don't want to talk to you anymore," Sydney replied. Her father was right - nothing Irina could say would make it all better.
"It does not matter darling," Irina replied coolly. "I have my answer."
Irina turned on her heel and left the room. Just as the door was about to shut, Sydney heard her mother shout to a guard down the corridor in Russian;
"Change his clothes and put him . . ."
The door shut with a resounding bang.
Sydney stared at her mother in utter shock and amazement. She had figured out that her mother was still alive, but . . . her mom was "The Man"? She couldn't believe that she had actually called this woman - the woman who was now responsible for another death in Sydney's life - mom. Mothers do not do that. This incarnation of evil had to be completely devoid of all feelings. Mom was not the appropriate term.
"You . . . how could . . .," Sydney stuttered, choking back tears. "He was my friend! My partner! My . . ." Sydney was now shrieking at Irina.
"Lover?" Irina interjected.
The look on Sydney's face immediately changed from profound anger to shocked dismay.
"No. I would not put him in that kind of danger," Sydney replied flatly, coldly.
"So now you are realizing your feelings for this man, no?"
Her thick Russian accent made Sydney's stomach turn, but the truth in her words hurt more.
"I don't want to talk to you anymore," Sydney replied. Her father was right - nothing Irina could say would make it all better.
"It does not matter darling," Irina replied coolly. "I have my answer."
Irina turned on her heel and left the room. Just as the door was about to shut, Sydney heard her mother shout to a guard down the corridor in Russian;
"Change his clothes and put him . . ."
The door shut with a resounding bang.
