Emilia Morokov
★ A professional hacker who is determined to find out about her dark past.
However everything changes when her father is in need of help because of various attacks from another Mafia and she needs to help him.
But she doesn't know tha...
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i jolted up, my whole body was trembling.
Nightmares were always a huge deal for me even though, hypothetically speaking they were just that, nightmares. I remember being comforted by my parents when I was younger but being 19 I didn't want to bother them anymore.
I glanced at the clock, the time marked 3:00am. Well at least I got to get some sleep, besides I never really slept for many hours, nothing of a drastic change
I laid in my bed, unable to sleep and kick the covers aside. I desperately needed air.
I rub a hand over my face trying to clear my mind and collect my thoughts
Blood dripped from my clothes but despite the numb feeling all over my body, I knew I had to continue walking... I have to make it to the road..the people on the TV always said that where it's crowded it's safer... I could barely move my feet-
I snapped back to reality when I heard a small squick coming from my door. I turned my head on the left and glanced at the now half open door.
Nothing...
My heartbeat started to pick up as I started seriously debating whether or not ghosts were real or maybe...it was Papa's enemies?
Just as I was about to grab my pencil which sat on the bedside table, in an -probably failing - attempt to stab the intruder, I heard a small "Meow" coming from down the bed
Oh for God's sake
"Mr Paw, what are you doing here so late?"
I said in a soft tone, so that I won't wake up anyone else. Swinging my legs on the side of the bed as I stood up, I yawned and kneeled down to pet Mr Paw
As ironically as it sounded despite his male gender and his distant personality, Mr Paw had quite the liking in me.
We had found him in a bin when he was a kitten - a fucking bin, someone had the audacity to throw a small kitten in a bin. After we brought him to the vet and put him for adoption, my parents must have seen that I was trying hard not to sed tears so they allowed me to keep it.
I petted his favourite spot aka under his chin and he purred in delight. I smiled, and continued petting him.
At least my previous complexed emotions were gone, replaced by some softer ones
I began to lift Mr Paw up in my arms and grunt a little
"Damn, I told mama not to feed you so much.."
Mr Paw was young and an orange cat. Translation? He was a serious troublemaker, however my mom had a soft spot and even though the vet instructed us NOT to feed him all the time she always broke the rule and fed him when he whined which resulted in him being well..a little overweight.
Ok not a little..but anyway.
Mr Paw made a small purr as he scratched himself in my leg "Ah-ah, no food for you mister, you already ate dinner, you have to wait for breakfast." I said sternly, as I eyed him down
