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The atrocious smell in the atmosphere was nearly blinding. It engulfed the majority of the area to no point in wavering. The dirty trash littered along the empty streets of a small village kept by those who would rather spend the rest of their days outdoors with nature then inside an expensive high rise.

It was comical the way nik felt out of place when walking into a village like this. She reeked of richness and her outfit proved just that In every way. People looked at her sideways but held their tongue, they had many judgment, but they were good with keeping it in until they didn't need to anymore.

Footprints left on the brown sand as the breeze flowed along with the tree leafs. It was silent, beside the soothing voices that flew with the wind and happened to make it directly in her ear sight. And the slight humming and banging of a hand against a drum. Everyone here was relaxing in peace.

Coming to a stop to see a sign with three wooden narrow arrows pointed in each direction with scribbled handwriting in black ink adorned on the dirty wood. Nik squinted her eyes and removed the dark glasses from her face for a clearer view but to no avail.

Opting for plan B she neared an elderly woman whose body lied back calmingly and comforting in a wooden rocking chair with silver details along the legs of the chair. Rocking herself back and forth as the natural weather soothes her further to sleep with the sound of her people singing from afar. She was on the brink of falling asleep. Her hands resting gently in her lap with her head slightly tilted back.

Nik calmly approached, taking in the view of the house in which looked like it could cave down onto itself at any moment. The dirty paint on the walls no more as nature took its natural course to cover it up and or rid of it. What once was a clear white now a green as most looked to have been chipped off throughout the years.

The front step creaked underneath the pressure and weight of nik, alerting the elderly woman of her presence. She opened one eye and then the other, awaiting for the anonymous woman to speak as she continued the action of rocking back and forth.

"Hello. Ma'am, I'm looking for a Kira Volkov" the air silenced, the rock in the chair ceased as the woman relaxed her shoulders and slowly sat up from the comfort. Her eyes locked onto Nik's with an unreadable expression before she tilted her head slightly to the left as if she was left in a daze of confusion.

"Red hair, about this high" she rose her hand up to the height she remembered the woman being from the last time she saw her. "Russian, she came here 13 years ago"

The elderly woman said nothing. Maybe she couldn't understand the English words leaving Nik's mouth or maybe she knew but just didn't want to tell her. Both were a valid reason for the woman keeping her silence, but Nik urgently needed to know the information she was withholding from providing.

"I'm a friend of hers, we use to work together before she went into retirement" Nik sighed to herself. The conversation was getting her nowhere after a short pause from the elderly woman before lying back in the rocking chair. She opted to walk back down the creaky stairs and ask someone else who might be around the area, but she remembered at the last second of the small Polaroid picture nestled deep in her pants pocket.