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Garden outside the House. Mikhail finds an excuse to get some air. Villanelle don´t need any, just exists. Mikhail makes some smal effort to fix an allready stable Safety for their Horses. Mikhail : Is an apology in order? Villanelle : From me? Mikhail : For you to accept it. Villanelle : No, we´re all children to our incomplete parents. No one´s perfect. Mikhail : Is it a talent, to take everything with such clinical insight? Villanelle : It´s hard work. Life, maybe. You lie down in the snow. On a wall. Sing the National Anthem. Grasp all info when the Wall trumbles. Mikhail : There has been sporadic, sometimes intense debates about you. On how a kind of Demonic murderer you stuposedly is. I wish i shoot him. For that matter! Villanelle : I was so smal. I barely remember. Before i know it, i stood there.. gun where smoking. Training.. Mikhail : Yeah, it´s life... Hes name is Trickster, wanna´ say hello? Villanelle walks up to the Horse and pats is Hair with a purified

Volzhsky, Countryside outside Volgograd. Villanelle leaves her Porsche in her need to let the fresh air sink in. The spiritual talks in volume of being created, without thought or sensible sense of connection to soil of your soul. Cows are roaring. The road is filled with dirt and harsh collections of milions of smal Stones. Building a track back. Beneath her spirit is glued in a sense of unity. Taking her home to her House. Steps are heavy. The Heart is pumping, ready to explode. Her belonings right to enter her front Door. Into a territory of insecurity. A biological mess of which in between of her creation. Of a Team she do not know. Knocking twice. Silence is talking. Lets herself in. Silence is morphing to a breathing precense. Villanelle sits down in the Kitchen. Sinking in. Now not for preparation. Her mind is melting away. Her little brother Anatoly rushes by. Preoccupied, grabs a Coke from the fridge. Throws her a look to run back to hes Room. Her brother Mikhail has

The Patientroom of Bullies are visited. Villanelle parks Billy in front of them. She closes the Door and puts a Chair in front of it. Making the guys questioning. Villanelle : Do you think Knives likes you, more than you´re fund of them? Joshua : Weird friends. Surprise. Villanelle quickly runs up to them and puches Joshuas friend out by a punch to the throath. Working on choking him to death in hes sleep. Joshua : HEEY! Villanelle kicks Joshua where the Sun never shines and crushing one Testicle while at it. Hes falling down, numb by pain. She grabs a Scalpel from her Pocket found earlier in Billys latest Bag. Villanelle : Can´t do much about your dead parents. Gone forever, soon dead and burried. But this could be fun. WATCH. Cuts Joshuas right Eye out. Billys face is stiffed of fear. Red is almost shning in hes face. The scream is scratching the heavens. Gets lower by the Scalpel that releases half hes Head dingeling. Time for hes friend. Villanelle : Guess i allready booked