Lily held her breath. The silence that followed was accompanied by music in the distance. She hoped nothing, it seemed like the room was closing in on her.

head down, knotted stomach, she took the safest decision and advanced towards exit.

The door shut with such force that she let out a gasp of terror. She backed against the wall and his breathing became jerky.

She closed her eyes when he hit the wall with his hands before grabbing his chin.

His fingers, with such power pierced his flesh. She opened her eyes to face his icy stare. The man whose eyes were filled with animosity was replaced by a vibrant angry, so vibrant that his face was shaking.

With a sharp gesture, he pulled on his chin to make him look at him.

- I seem to have made you promise something right? Said darkly, clenched jaws.

Lily breathed as she could.

- Nope ? Snarled it without raising his voice.

- Yes.

He lifted the veil from his eyes and lowered his face to hers. Lily stifled a sob.

- And what did I say? He hissed dangerously.

- Never to return to Russia. She replied with a trembling breath.

- And where are you now? He whispered a voice burning with rage.

- In Russia.

- The article is a lure is not?

Lily tried to shake his head but he held his chin so firmly that she was immobilized.

- No, it's true, but I wanted answers I ...

- Some answers ! It's a little late for answers.

From a humorless laugh he shook his finger in his face sitting up.

- Miss Anderson, do you like the danger?

- Nope ! If she hastened to say as tears stung his eyes. You killed him is not it? It's you ? She asked, hoping that it responds.

He approached dangerously never subside. He squeezed his cheeks and tilted his head a little further back.

- You may want the details? He asked a terrifying whisper.

Lily was completely under his control, unable to move, his breathing became more difficult. She regretted having listened to his dreams with this man appeared.

- I went for the article, I had no intention of telling you who I was. She explained with difficulty because of her hand clutching her cheeks. Please excuse me for disturbing you sir Iankovsky.

But as he did not move and continued to blatantly Lily felt panic invade.

- Let me go make me hurt you!

Grabbed by despair, Lily raised her hand to strike him. Immediately, his hand was stopped by a firm hand. She gasped and tried to wrestle before the sky would help him.

The door suddenly opened.

Men entered the room by forcing the man to step back instantly. Ashamed, Lily touched the cheek while human friends surrounded him to congratulate him.

None of them will not seemed to have insight.

- Vladimir! Darling ! We wait you for an hour!

Completely engulfed in this mass of men, Lily saw a woman come hug Vladimir, stroking his chest with frivolity.

Lily bitterly regretted his coming here, and definitely regretted when she saw the shadow of its silhouettes, the woman differed slightly up his black shirt, revealing the beginning of a tattoo that at first glance seemed fierce.

The tears in the eyes, mouth ajar, a faint cry of terror escaped her lips.

She quickly ran away down the hall as she heard this last she huskily demanding to pass up.

Taking advantage of its head start, Lily ran out of the box and out of the facility and removed his shoes on the red carpet to begin a mad dash she would remember long.

Once sure to be safe, she took refuge in an inn still open and sat at one of the most secluded restaurant tables.

Gradually his breathing was restored, his heart was still beating on him with the same painful look, as if he had remained in the dark office.

- That it silly ... she whispered, placing his hands on his forehead.

Conscious of having escaped the worst, Lily commenda away a dish and left the inn by taking a cab which luckily happened at the same time.

Once back in her studio, she did not stop to board the stage loop without reaching silencing this man's image looming in the shadows.

Only fighting with herself, Lily ate in a heavy silence where only the piping marked his presence every ten minutes.

Haunted Lily slept in his bed touching her cheeks with the impression that the man's fingers were still on as an indelible mark.

The next morning, Lily woke up sweaty and picked up the phone in a hurry still asleep.

- Hello ?

- Lily? It's Sandrine, you had to call me remember?

She rubbed her temple and spread his phone to check the time.

- Oh ... I just wake up. She said if rallongaent.

- So ? You have your interview?

Lily sighed.

- No, it's better.

Visibly shocked, Sandrine took a few seconds to answer.

- I ... but then you give up?

- Yes, sir Iankovsky does not and I do not want to point to the line. She said firmly, rising from the bed

- I found that this is wrong? Sandrine eluded a disappointment in his voice.

If she knew the truth, Sandrine would probably patrols looking for him to throw to force in a plane.

- Everything is absolutely fine, only he does not want.

She sighed visibly disappointed.

- Well ... she abdicated. So I guess you're gonna go?

- Yes, I already pay my ticket last night I was off again in the afternoon.

Lily shoved his things into his bag and paused on his headband. Visions went up to him, making her heart beat wildly.

- I'll call you when I landed agree.

Lily put her phone and pushed the headband in one corner of the bag and never see him again and buried under a layer of clothing.

- Miss Anderson? Launched a voice through the door after hitting a few shots.

Lily jumped and turned.

- Yes ?

- You can open me? I have a package for you?

Suspicious, Lily hesitated to open the latch and began to block his interlocutor. When she opened the tip of the door, Lily found herself before a man corpulent, wearing a black leather jacket, which seemed anything but relaxed.

- What package? I do not know anyone here.

He handed a closed envelope by a stamp red wax whose cold entries made in the back.

V & I

The man stepped back and invited opened the envelope. Lily closed the door and is pressed against the latter and the opening detached breaking the seal.

"INTERVIEW ELEVEN HOURS SPECIFIC TO THIRTY-FOURTH FLOOR"

Lily swallowed hard and opened the door by pulling the latch.

The man's personal courier seemed beyond nervousness.

- I'm sorry but I restarts in less than four hours, my ticket is not refundable and I do not want to do this interview.

- Your ticket is already paid. Said man pointing envelope chin.

Flabbergasted, she glanced inside and remained silent.

- How....

Impossible !

- I'm sorry but I do not want to interview him. Tell him I'm sorry and ...

- My boss has been extremely clear miss Anderson. Cut he approached the front almost sweaty.

Lily pulled the door toward her, wrinkling of the forehead.

- Extremely bright? She repeated the beating heart.

- If I have the misfortune to come back only with this type of excuse, I feel he will break a leg.