Cheshire Çıkmazı

Parmesan (ENG)

**Night of the Shipment**

Yana breathed in the sharp cold air of the night. The mist descending to the pier enveloped everything like a curtain. Her eyes watched the flawless execution of the trap set by Feliz and his men. Maksim's gang's ship was approaching. Everything was ready. But a sense of unease, an unnamed feeling, kept nagging at her mind, repeating those questions in a corner of her thoughts.

Maksim's ship finally dropped anchor. Silhouettes appeared on the deck, advancing threateningly through the darkness. Maksim stepped onto the pier with confident strides. As Yana looked at them from the shadows, their eyes met, and she felt her heart race suddenly. This feeling was a mix of anger, curiosity, and a strange attraction.

"Smirnova!"

Maksim called out, their voice echoing off the stone walls of the pier.

"I didn't know we needed to meet. But really, here, in the middle of my business?"

Taking a deep breath, Yana stepped forward.

"Here, Maksim. This is the most suitable place to settle our matters."

Maksim's eyes, rolling with annoyance, showed anger and challenge. However, Yana felt that they were searching for something in the depths of his gaze. She thought that the moment was not just a confrontation; it could be the beginning of a deeper connection. Perhaps she was indulging in fantasies a bit too much. Everyone reached for their weapons, and the sound of gunfire echoed across the pier...

Just then, amidst the noise, a police siren sounded. Both sides were caught unprepared. What were the police doing here at this hour? Vehicles were swiftly approaching the scene. The conflict suddenly erupted into an even bigger uproar. Bullets pierced through the darkness as both sides tried to hide or flee. In the midst of this chaos, a strange situation arose... Yana and Maksim turned towards each other, pointing their guns, but neither Yana nor Maksim pulled the trigger.

As the police began to spread out on the pier, many accomplices were being arrested one by one. Maksim's eyes caught sight of a figure on the edge. An unfamiliar yet strangely familiar face... It must be Rowan! The guy they had arranged for tonight's shipment. He looked as if he had been injured where he had taken refuge, or perhaps it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight reflecting off his dark skin, making him appear paler than he was. They had to complete this shipment, or how else would they prove themselves to Kurdeşen... Maksim wanted to look back at Yana, but she was no longer where she had left them. They quickly scanned the surroundings. Where had she gone?

The pier was enveloped in an empty silence after the gunfire. It was as if everything had been frozen in that moment, not even the hoot of an owl or the sound of a wave could be heard.

This silence was broken by a man swiftly moving towards his target. In the midst of his agony, Rowan turned his gaze towards the sound. Feliz, muscles revealed by his unbuttoned shirt, was advancing towards Yana who had hidden herself at the scene without disrupting her guard. The misty wind of the night waved his hair, and the moonlight falling on his face made him appear more dignified than he actually was. However, seemingly oblivious to his loosened belt due to running, he couldn't prevent his pants from falling down and clumsily tumbling him to the ground. As Rowan thought to himself, "Looks like there's someone even more foolish than me," a smile appeared on his face despite the pain. From a distance, a familiar motor sound was heard for Rowan, and all attention shifted once again to escape and preserve the mystery.

"We can't finish this here," 

said Maksim, as they moved towards the helm. All remaining comrades had regrouped on the cargo ship. After declaring, 

''We will meet again for Kurdeşen, Yana! Tonight isn't over here!!'',

they started to sail away in the sea with great anger. The tension between Yana and Maksim seemed to have taken on a tangible form, but it wasn't just animosity anymore. Despite trying not to be affected by their gaze, Yana saw a softness in Maksim's eyes, tinged with the sadness of disappointment as they sailed away with their ship.

Yana, supported by Feliz, stood up, shook her head, and her voice echoed after the ship.

"Yes, and this is just the beginning, Maksim..."

**The day after the failed attempt**

After the chaos of the night, Yana couldn't help but think about what had happened on the pier. The brief yet intense encounters with Maksim replayed in her mind over and over. Trying to evade Feliz's watchful gaze, she immersed herself in her own thoughts, trying to understand the strange attraction underlying the tension with Maksim. Moreover, who was the other injured guy there? The person who arrived at the scene on a motorcycle was still cloaked in mystery. Feliz and his men were fiercely trying to find these individuals and trace their connections to the shipment.

Yana had been so focused on Maksim that she hadn't realized the importance of this shipment and the complex events awaiting her.

Feliz entered the room with furrowed brows.

"Tracking Maksim after the incident at the pier has become quite difficult. However, we'll certainly confront him once more..."

He threw a tablet in front of Yana. The screen displayed a headline...

''Chesire or Parmesan? Where is this fragility coming from?''