A chilly north wind was driving heavy, low clouds across the autumn sky of London. Two young people - a tall, gray-eyed guy and a gangly dark-haired girl, hiding in the shadows of houses, quickly walked along the street. Their clothes left much to be desired, and their thinness clearly indicated trouble.
- How hungry I am... The young man sighed.
- Patience, brother. Now let s find a rich moneybag, I ll dangle a wallet or some kind of trinket from him, push it to Vlad and get some money, and then we ll eat, the girl grinned.
Elena, only this time I m stealing, said the girl s brother.
- Gray, and Gray... I know you. Rob a student and that's the end of it. The money will run out in an hour. No, Chris, I steal and I steal from the rich.
Christian did not argue with his sister. They quickly reached a wealthy area of London and Elena began to look out for the victim .
They came from a disadvantaged area of London. Their dissolute mother, a drug addict and prostitute, died when they were 12 years old. The children ended up in a shelter where they learned to survive. Having quickly learned the cruel rules, Christian did nothing but fight, and Elena ran away from the shelter at night and stole food for him. They once did not know good treatment and in this world they counted only on each other.
Elena carefully looked out for the rich man. Her gaze was not attracted to any of the men who were walking sedately through Greenwich Village. Thinking that today was not her day, young Miss Lincoln was ready to leave when she suddenly saw a black luxury Bentley parked in front of one of the houses. A tall man with pale skinned hair that was combed smoothly back sauntered out of the car. He looked very domineering and cold.
-Chris, here he is. Wait here, Elena whispered to her brother and, with the grace of a cat, tiptoed towards her goal.
Hiding in the shadows, the girl approached the man and silently put her hand into the pocket of his jacket.
Suddenly the man froze and deftly grabbed her hand.
Thief, he hissed. The girl tried to escape from his grip. Having met her brother's gaze, she ordered him to run.
Do you know what they usually do with people like you? The rich man grinned. If only I had gone to study, I would have found a job there.
If I had money, I would learn, Lincoln tried to scratch the man with her free hand. Seeing the figure of the Brother that disappeared into the darkness of the night, the girl exhaled.
We ll see how you answer after a couple of hours at the police. The man grinned and dragged the girl into the house.