Маленький календулы (Little Marigold)

Его зовут иван (His name is Ivan)

"Do whatever you can to get a good story out." My boss's voice echoes in my head as I walk down the bustling streets of New York City. I kept my head up so I wouldn't run into a grumpy New Yorker capable of cussing out a stranger. I continue thinking on his words as I rush into my tiny apartment. Setting my things near the door, I strip off my jacket and switch into something comfortable.

I immediately get on my desktop, hoping that there's some crime worth writing. I growl as I come across nothing worthwhile. Stumped, I decided to go to The Hidden Wiki out of boredom. As I comb through the good, the bad, and the disgusting, I came across an article. It looked recent and was under the foreign affairs tag. The author was Russian, I could tell by the language. Though, it was difficult to unpack the article since it was in the native tongue.

His name is Ivan, an ex Shestyorka, or associate, to The Bratva. He was talking about the murder of two Czech men in Portugal and how he was behind the trigger. From his writing, I could tell he was whistleblowing. I mustered up the courage to shoot him an email. I got up to get myself something to eat when I hear my computer ping. I look over from the stove to see that Ivan responded quickly. I leave my ramen on the stove to cook and slide back into my computer chair.

I open my emails to look at his response. "Hello. I am Ivan Orlev. You said you wanted to hear my full story?" He asked, his English very precise. I take a deep breath before my fingers clicked on my keyboard. "Yeah. I heard news about the shootout in Lisbon. I didn't think the ones responsible would spill about it. I'm Harper by the way." It took a bit for him to respond. "Yes, but I had felt guilt from having to gun down a man. I had to say something, even if it costs my life. I will tell you the whole story about these men."

I sat at my computer for hours, sending emails back and forth about The Bratva and their cruel intentions. I made sure to keep my notes handy as we talked. As I finish my ramen bowl, I look at my clock. The red glowing numbers read 11:30. I turned back to the screen. "Hey, It's almost midnight for me. Maybe we can talk more about this at another time." I write and wait for his response. "Yes. I am sure you need your rest, no? We may speak on this again. It was nice to meet you, Ma'am." I smile at the Russian's polite words. "It was nice meeting you too, Ivan. Good night!" I sigh and shut down my computer. Tossing my bowl and fork into the sink, I flop onto my bed. I curl up and set my alarm clock for tomorrow, feeling myself drift off straight afterward.