The truth About cypher ✓

Russian Roulette

"Surprised are we?" Vas asked walking towards Laila.

All of them were at gunpoint. Caught by the king of Cypher, Vas Kuznetsov.

"Honestly, how could you not realize I was involved. You found drugs in MY College, in MY assistant's office. Didn't ring any bells?" He spat out as Laila just watched. She truly was stupid.

"Why? Just why would you get involved with this dirt?" Brutus asked from the corner he was kneeling. Vas turned around, facing his student. He walked hands behind his back, still extremely poised. He watched the boy kneeling before him for two seconds before answering his question.

"This dirt is what I am born in. I inherited this lifestyle, this very position from my parents when I was just 20 years old. Of course, it took me another 17 years to become the king. Had to wait for my old man to die. But it was worth it." Dimitri chuckled from his spot.

"Something funny Mr. Ivanov?"

"I never understood why you took interest in those spoilt brats. I finally know why. You are one of those privileged prates-"

He couldn't speak further. Haidar shoved his fist down his chest with a strong force. Dimitri choked on the mixture of his blood and spit. Laila's face was struck with horror. She couldn't move an inch from her place. They were outnumbered, out of guns, and out of their senses. A haze spread around her mind as she watched her dean, the one man she actually respected order his men around to beat up the rest of them. One thing she had to give to Vas, he never dirtied his hands. Not like the rest. He kept a clean image, hiding behind his friendly disguise of an educational leader.

"What was that? Privileged? Please, we have a more privileged person in this room...in fact; she is right in front of me." He stood in front of Laila, waiting for her to react but all Laila could do was sit silently.

"What the fuck does privilege have to do with me?" Laila screamed when Vas laughed out loud.

"What does it have to do with you?

My dear, the very reason you made it till here ALIVE was because of your privilege." He paused.

"Allow me to expand. Starting of the year, you joined the coding club because your godfather asked me to do so. I pardoned you for expulsion after your very true accusations towards my PA. All because your Godfather paid me back. You met Igor because of Dimitri, who was in return ordered by your Godfather. You got initiated because the families took an interest in your spontaneous stupidity. Honestly, the one thing which impressed us was that stunt at the Gala. Unfortunately, the price was paid by, yet again, your Godfather. Tell you, Laila, it broke my heart to kill him but what could I do? His goddaughter was acting like a Suka."

Whatever Laila was going to say doesn't come out of her mouth. Her body locked down, cold and clammy at the same time, chest tight as if vines were squeezing around her, trying to choke her.

For a moment, the snow outside looked more grey than white. It was dirtier, less pure, more terrifying. Vas leaned forward, observing her expression before smirking. Laila felt an unwanted shiver run down her spine.

"Oh my god!" He covered his mouth.

"Don't tell me- You thought Haidar did it? O, Moy! That explains your hatred towards him.
I am the one who visited your house that night. I am the one who ordered my men to kill Raza, put a bullet right in his brain."

Laila felt like she was going to throw up.

"How do you even live such a fucked up life?" She questioned Vas, her eyes tearing up thinking about her Abu. This was not what she had thought. She couldn't have even imagined this in her insane mind. All this time Laila had been pitting her anger towards the wrong man. Converting all her heartbreak and pain into hate and constantly choking her on the thought of killing the man. It all came back.