Yuri's head was still throbbing when he finally awoke.

All he could remember was sitting in the back of a jeep, talking with Viktor before all hell broke loose. An explosion was the last thing he heard before blacking out, and now he was laying on a bed, starring up at the ceiling.

"Wait a minute..." Yuri thought, beginning to realize his surroundings. "I'm not in a vehicle anymore..."

He slowly sat up, wincing in pain and grabbing his side. Everything was dim from the lack of lighting, but with a quick glance he found himself sitting in a dark, damp cell, imprisoned for sure, but alive none the less.

"Where the hell am I?" He asked himself.

"My place."

Yuri quickly turned around to see a young girl sitting in a simple wooden chair, watching him with large, curious eyes. Her coat was nearly three sizes too big for her, and a wool scarf wrapped around her skinny neck. She had a notebook in her lap, and was constantly looking from it to Yuri, scribbling into it.

Yuri didn't know how to respond to her. She looked young, only a teenager at best. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"You asked where you were. I told you. My place." She repeated, still scribbling in her note book. "Well, actually it's my older sister's place, but Its just much of my home as hers."

"Okay..." Yuri started, trying to piece her words into meaning.

"She's the one who found you out in the storm." The girl continued to explain. "You were pretty hurt , but they fixed you up good. Your friends too."

"My friends?" Yuri asked. Then he suddenly realized he was alone, and the question was placed in his mind. "Makarov...Anatoly...Viktor...Where the hell are they?"

"They're here too, don't worry." The girl replied, as if reading his thoughts. "In fact, my sister is probably talking with the black haired one right now. She said she had catching up to do. I didn't know she had any friends..."

"Wait a minute, whats you name?"

"My name is Katya Voloski." The girl introduced with a shy smile. "It's nice to meet you."

"Oh no." Yuri thought. Dread filled his mind, recognizing her last name. "Not the wolf woman..."

"Let me go!" Makarov spat, glaring at his captors. He tried his arms, but they were secured in iron shackles mounted to the wall, impossible to move even inches.

"Shut up!" One of the guards said before hitting Makarov square across the jaw. The pain throbbed through his already beaten body, but he dare not show any weakness. Not to the likes of them

He spit blood and glared angerily at the guard. "I'll remember that..."

"Well, its safe to say you haven't changed Vladimir." A female said casually, as she emerged from the darkness.

Makarov looked to see a slender woman waltz out, a glint of delight in her dark brown eyes. Her faded brown hair was the same color as her worn leather jacket, worn tightly to her frame.

"Lynsa Voloski..." Makarov spat as she approached, detesting her very presence.

"Is that how we greet old friends?" She asked, standing over him. "I would have thought you were a man of manners Vladimir, especially someone who just saved your pitiful life."

"Save me your petty words, wolf woman." He spat. "I do not converse with traitors."

"Oh, still sore about that?" She said softly, straddling over him. "Don't tell me you still play fetch for Zakhaev and his bastard of a son. Such a waste..."

"Such ironic words, coming from someone who spends their days sitting in the wilderness..."

She gave a wicked smile. "And yet that's how I found you, near death in the middle of a storm."

"No thanks to you." Makarov shot back. "Getting ambushed by you isn't exactly on my list of things to do."

Confusion filled Lynsa's eyes, studying his words. "Ambush? Are you claiming I was the one who attacked you?"

Makarov started to open his mouth to speak, but quickly thought it through. "Why would she try to kill me only to save me later?"

She laughed. "I always love that clueless look on your face. Makes it all the more enjoyable..."

Makarov's anger began to boil. "If not you, then who?" He demanded, his fist balled in frustration.

"Who knows? Who cares?" She said, shrugging. "What I really care is about one thing."

She placed a finger on his cheek, sliding it down his jaw. "I have you, and theres nothing you or your precious Imran can do about it. Oh the possibilities..."

Makarov shook her touch away. "Spare the theatrics, just do what you intend and be done with it."

"Straight to the point I see." She said, almost disappointed. "Very well. Truth is, I honestly have no idea what I should do with you, or your friends."

"I have a suggestion..." Makarov said darkly. "How about you let me go, and maybe I'll forget this conversation ever happened."

His response caused laugher among Lysna and the guards, mocking him even further. How his wished he could be free.

"Vladimir, you still haven't changed a bit." Lynsa said, shaking her head. "I'm getting bored with you already..."

"Then kill me. Shoot me and be done with this mockery."

"Shoot you?" Lynsa repeated, pretending to sound confused. "Wheres the fun in that? I don't want to shoot you."

"Then what?" Makarov demanded, becoming impatient with Lynsa's childish games. "What is your intentions?"

"You want to know?" She asked, a sly smile on her face. She bent down next to him, her face inches from his. He could feel her breath, the slight odor of perfume on her neck.

"I want to burn you." She whispered, staring intently. "I want to end this petty rivalry between us once and for all. I want to outsmart and out maneuver you, show you who your intellectual superior is."

She whispered into his ear. "Then, in front of everyone and your friends, watch your entire world end before your eyes."

Lynsa Voloski stood up. "Then you'll die."

Makarov shook his head. "Even after all these years, she still harbors this childish obsession of being better then me..."

"One hour Vladimir Makarov," Lynsa said, walking away. "One hour..."

"Listen, you have to let me speak to her." Yuri pleaded once again.

Katya continued to scribble in her notebook. "I don't think that's a good idea," She said quietly, giving a nervous look. "She told me she was very busy. And she doesn't like being disturbed when she's busy..."

Katya brushed off her notebook and smiled. "Done! Here, take a look."

She turned the notepad, and Yuri looked to see a very well done drawing of a man sleeping on a bed. As he studied the pencil sketch, he slowly realized who she had drawn.

"It's me." Yuri said, still studying the drawing.

She nodded. "Do you like it?"

"Your really good." Yuri complemented, impressed at her skill. "It's almost realistic..."

Katya smiled, blushing. "Thanks..." She said, hugging the notepad. "No one really ever pays my drawings any attention. Not even Lynsa..."

The sound of a heavy metal door opened, and the sound of footsteps approached Yuri's cell.

"Uh-oh..." Katya said quietly, hiding behind her notebook as the footsteps approached. "It's Lynsa..."

A tall slender woman appeared, escorted by guards. Yuri recognized her almost immediately as she came into view.

"Katya!" Lynsa Voloski said, grabbing the girl's wrist. "I told you not to go down here."

"I was drawing..." Katya said quietly. "He was sleeping, look I drew-

Lynsa snatched the notebook away. "I should have known better then to let you roam by yourself. These are dangerous men, you should know that!"

Katya shook her head in protest. "He isn't. He even said he liked my picture..."

The older Voloski sibling shook her head. "Take her up to the main hall." She ordered to one of the guards. "Make sure she doesn't leave your sight."

"Yes m'am." The guard snatched Katya by the wrist and escorted away from the cells. Before leaving, she waved goodbye to Yuri.

Yuri felt pity for the girl, despite her relations. "Such an innocent mind, placed in a world of conflict..."

"Well, it's nice to see Vladimir lap dog." Lynsa said, turning to Yuri. "I see you haven't changed just like your owner."

Yuri eyed her carefully. He knew the game she was trying to play, and it wasn't going to work on him.

"Lynsa Voloski." Yuri said politely. "Still a thief and a murder living in the wilderness. I see you haven't changed much either."

"Looks can be deceiving. Tell me, how is Imran lately? Has he won power in Moscow yet? Or is his still complaining about his arm again..."

"I honestly wouldn't know." Yuri replied calmly. "I hardly see that man."

"Oh that's right." Lynsa said. "That a question for Vladimir then. My mistake, I just assumed you would have some authority by now..."

Yuri fists clenched in silent anger. She was one that used words as her weapon. She knew very well how to press his buttons. Even so, he wouldn't give her the pleasure. Not this time.

"Where is he?" Yuri demanded.

"Safe and secure, though a little angry last time I talked with him." Lynsa replied pacing. "But still alive if that's what your wondering."

"For now I would assume. Until you decide to kill him that is."

Lynsa sighed, almost annoyed. "What is with you and Vladimir? Why do think I would just kill him?"

"What then?" Yuri asked. "Ransom? Torture? What are you planning?"

She gave him a sly smile. "A show. One that you and your friends are invited to watch. It will will be quite a spectacle."

"A show." Yuri repeated, almost not believing her. "Of what exactly?"

"Vladimir Makarov's death."

Yuri shook his head, kicking himself mentally for his stupidity. "That's your plan? Execute my friend in front of me, and then kill me too? I should have known better"

Lynsa chuckled, shaking her head. "Oh no, that's way too boring."

She twisted the rusty lock, and swung the old cell gate open. Pointing a pistol at him, she motioned him out of his cell.

"I'm just going to have a little chat with him." Lynsa explained, a glint of delight in her eyes. "And then he'll going to kill himself. Simple as that."

She gave a wicked smile. "Much more entertaining, don't you agree?"