Daisy with Thorns

Chapter 1: How old are you?

John was already walking towards the department, looking around. He only flew here like hours ago. Left his things in the hotel room, and decided not to waste much time and go outside right away. He was looking at the buildings, apartments but then decided to visit the Red square. He didn't have a car here, so he had to use a public bus.
He sat in the bus and looked out the dirty window, every crack was covered with tape. He paid for a ride and bus started moving.
John got his eyes of the window and looked at an old lady, standing, because all the seats were full. He stood up and let the woman sit.
- Oh, thank you young man.
She said with husky but soft voice, and then gently tapped him on his cheek with her hand. John flinched, he didn't expect any type of touches from a stranger, but then remembered that he's in a different country and just smiled softly, looking away.

Red square, Cafes, Restaurants, Shopping centers with branded clothes, Giant red buildings and different statues.

He got to the rich part of the city, Rublevka, it was very different from the other parts of the city. Big houses, mansions, expensive cars standing next to these houses. It seemed like people were just trying to outdo others, show others that they are better, richer. It's just one big arena of money.
But for certain reasons, the group, that he is going to work with, was moved to the complete opposite, Beskudnikavo, so he went there after.
You could see the difference right away, old apartments with broken windows and graffiti on gray walls (Not even professional one).
He found the department and walked in.

- We don't need any help with this case! Especially from a fucking killer!
Grisha yelled and came out of his bosses office.
- Izmailov, you don't understand how serious this is! It's not only our problem anymore!
- Why is that so? We where working fine on our own and now some Conti...A!
Grisha bumped into something and fell on the floor. He scratched his head and looked up at the man that he bumped into a minute ago.
"Am I in an edgy high school drama?"
He thought for himself.
- Oh, there he is!
Said Volodya when he saw the hitman in front of the detective. It was a tall man, sharp dressed.
- Wonderful, he's not only foreign but an old man too...
Grisha grumbled and stood up
-  How old are you?
He asked with a very strong accent, mocking him
- 40?
- 50...
John calmly answered in Russian
- HOW OLD?!
- Meet John.
Volodya stood next to the hitman
- Not very nice to meet you to be honest...
- You don't even know him, can you be a bit more polite?
The chief said with a shiver in his voice.
- Or what? He's going to cry?
John sighed
- I'm here to help with the case, not to argue with you...
- Oh why so serious?
John understood perfectly, that he's just trying to provoke him, but John is too old for these games...
- Let's go, we need to discuss something
Volodya led John to his office, so these two wouldn't kill each other.

- Don't even care about him, I don't want to get kille...I mean...yeah, so...
Volodya gently tapped on his lips with his fingers, after saying his thoughts out loud.
John wasn't interested in this conversation. Grisha is noone to him, why should he care about his problems and feelings? Wick just wanted to get to the case already, he doesn't need this water.
- Here what is happening. While analyzing some evidence we came to a conclusion that we are dealing with an ex hitman. But we don't have enough knowledge about your...um, "world" to even guess who can it be...
The whole conversation John were silent, he was just sitting there, with his legs crossed.
- Have any questions?

- Thank you for showing me everything here.
- N...No problem...
Volodya stuttered.
He was afraid of him, I mean, there's a killer right next to you. John knew that he's like a satan for him.
One is a demon
Second one is satan
Volodya doesn't even need to die, he's already in hell.
Even though this satan lost his angel not very long time ago, Winston decided not to tell this information to anyone.