I'm not going to Minsk words

S,
yes, perhaps Minsk IS the best place for you. You have allowed your heart to cloud your judgement. I don't know what i was thinking when I dreamed we could escape together last night. I saw you looking at me last night while I was at that bar. I saw a glimmer in your eye, and for a moment I dreamed it was a glimmer of recognition... but I know my disguise was good. I saw that glimmer as one of passion and adventure. It was that look in your eye that made me abandon my mission, defect and come to work for your side, oh those many years ago. Since then it has been nothing but dancing among shadows and encrypted promises.

Isn't it typical that the moment I admit that I want and need you, is the same moment that i witness first hand your attraction for 'another' woman... a stranger in a bar. And I know what I looked like. Knowing you could be attracted to the tacky, overweight monster that I was costumed as seems to have extinguished the fantasy i have been having all these years, that I was special, that I was somehow more beautiful, simply because you love me...

Yes, Sergio... i know you love me, I have always known. And yes, perhaps I have been playing with your heart... but like that baker, I have seen a lot. My heart has been mugged more than once and so I, too, carry some protection for it. I needed to test your love and just last night, when you almost approached that hideous creature of a woman at the bar... the woman that for a moment you were ready to trade nikita for, I got the answer I feared the most.

I left that bar and got out of town... but not without contacting my friend, Jordan... an ex-spy who managed to free himself from this miserable lifestyle and is working as... a baker. I knew you were drunk and although my heart was broken, i still wanted to protect you.

Sergio I hope you get your fill of women with bad dye jobs and rolls of fat folded into their jogging suits. I hope they are gentle and sweet and safe. I hope they are sooooo impressed by your ability to tell wild tales of espianage. They will giggle and say: 'I don't know how you come up with these stories". You will feel very important and you, too, will get fat from all the scotch and m & ms. But one day you will tell a story about a woman who could kill with one kick, a woman who could play a triple agent among triple agents and would never slip up. A woman who with one word could change history. Your attention will drift off ... and your girlfriend will start asking: 'Sergio, what's wrong? Sergio what's wrong?" and it will sound more and more muffled, as you drift off in your thoughts to a time when you were near to me. you will start to picture me, yet: "sergio what's wrong?" you will still hear, more and more muffled... like someone was pressing a pillow over her nose and mouth. Just like someone was pressing a pillow over her nose and mouth. " Sergmmmmioooo, mmmwhat's mmmwrommmmmmng?" ... exactly like someone is pressing a pillow over her nose and mouth.

And when you realize what you have done you will sit back in horror... You have lost your dream, you have murdered your cheap fantasy and you have jeorpardized everything as for sure now the local police will start asking questions.

I cannot write more tonight as this last image does not bring me the vengeful satisfaction I had hoped. It is because of this realization that I still hold some sort of feeling for you, that I must warn you... some of Grigori's darkest enemies are in Minsk. When Grigori got up from my couch a piece of paper fell from his pocket. On it was the name Paul, the letter 'S' and an address in Minsk. I know Paul to be someone who has been trying to 'get to' Grigori for a long time (not in a good way). Beware if Grigori sends you to 3652 Drobwa Ave... it may be a trap. Grigori does not know I saw this as I slipped it back into his pocket when we kissed goodnight. I will leave it to your imagination as to what kind of kiss it was... I still seek some satisfaction that I can hurt you the way you have hurt me.

The only way a heart can hurt is if it full of love, yet feels it being torn away. ~N