- You sure you do not risk anything?

Lily put her phone on the edge of the sink to put his last pins in her hair braided.

- No, at least I do not think.

- Look, I'm not sure I ...

- Sandrine? She snapped, placing her hands on the counter. It's too late now, and I signal you that it was you who asked me to go in search of a good item to have the opportunity to open my blog remember?

Sandrine sighed in speaker.

- Yes, but you're in Russia and only ...

Lily stifled a gasp when the pipe is still began to act up.

- That was six years ago Sandrine. She replied with one breath, one hand on the heart. I grew up from, and then stop the shots. There is so much crime in America that there are here.

- Yes, but still, I'm not reassured. Retorted Sandrine, whose voice reflected a remorse succession.

- Sandrine I beg you, I'm fine, I do not risk anything. Lily said taking the phone in his hand. I'm not on a school trip, I do not have sixteen years and have a self defense spray in my bag.

- And if you do not manage to get an interview? Tell me you'll come back?

Lily deeply inspired by watching in the mirror.

This question she was asked a hundred times without ever managing to find an answer.

- I think yes...

Sandrine murmured something inaudible before answering:

- If there is ever any trouble especially you call me, my God! Lily told me you call me tomorrow?

Her heart clenched painfully. Sandrine was a woman and an exemplary mother. She remembered their encounter in the association of which she was president. She helped him to face his fears, she never had dropped his last three years.

- I'll call you, I promise. Ensures Does a whisper. And I thank you for helping me to find a studio.

- I regret it now. Confessed it.

Lily smiled and looked up at the sky.

- I must leave you now, tomorrow I call you agree?

- Okay, so tomorrow my little Lily, I embrace you.

When communication is interrupted, Lily confronted a second time at his reflection. She touched her cheek and knew that today more than any other day, it was more like the young girl again. His phone lit pointing out that the masquerade party, which took place in the nightclub of the man who has haunted officially had begun.

Lily closed the page of Twitter and took his headband to go gently into her hair.

She pulled the veil in black fishnet supposed to slightly conceal his eyes, took a deep breath and rushed out of the bathroom fearing it could backtrack.

Fifteen minutes later, the taxi was laid before the luxurious nightclub area already packed. All vied elegance, beautiful cars are parked one after the other in front of the red carpet to exit.

Lily winced watching his poor taxi their way.

With an unsuspected courage she borrowed the red carpet in turn and was searched by a guard at the entrance.

- Simple security measure. She said when he found his bomb self defense.

When she entered the lobby, already the music echoed through the walls.

The question then imposed on her mind when she discovered dry throat, the luxurious interior.

How this man could spend recognized billionaire mafia all over the world?

She looked up at the ceiling caisson at least eight meters high and was stopped net in contemplation of the scene when a masked woman offered her a glass of champagne.

She stretched her arm, smiling to show him where the two red doors came the music.

With a big smile she contorted walked to the door and drank a glass of champagne treats her and before placing on a small shelf just at the entrance.

Once in the club, she was surprised that she was wide on four stages, much larger than the pictures.

Seeing all masked men, Lily realized with despair that achieve Vladimir Iankovsky would be much more difficult than it would have thought.

- American?

Lily turned her head to the waitress behind the bar and nodded distractedly. The last time he was asked that, she ended up in a 4x4 plunged into darkness.

- What would you like to drink ? She asked, smiling.

She walked up to the bar and sat on the stool.

- Something to help me to confront a man.

The waitress gave him a wink and served him a vodka.

Nervously she turned the glass on the counter before starting:

- Do you know Mr. Iankovsky?

She stared at her like she was crazy.

- Sure ! It's the owner!

She gave countenance and ran a hand through her hair.

- Do you know where I can find it?

This time it was the turn of the waitress to be puzzled.

- Who ask for it ? She asked while opening a bottle of wine.

- Me.

- And why ?

- I would like to interview, I'm trying to open a blog and would like an interview almost impossible for ... ...

- Unfortunately, I fear that Mr. Iankovsky is not available tonight and certainly not for an interview. She cut radically changing in tone.

- It was he who said this or is it you?

With disdain, it tilted his head to the side and curled a smile.

- That's it, very few journalists were able to have even just a piece of paper on it. Mr. Iankovsky is not the type to entrusted his life to journalists.

- But I'm not a journalist. Lily retorted.

- more reason to not answer. She adds coldly. You think he will still accept? Believe me miss, it's time for you to get out of here. Do you have an invitation at least?

Lily did not blink, she pulled on her veil to disguise fishnet best his eyes, swallowed his drink quickly and gave him a brief hi head, pretending to leave.

But when the waitress deflected his gaze to a man, Lily furrowed guests and climbed the steps in sneaking into the crowd gathered near the stairs.

She climbed the stairs to find it in a dark corridor, lit by a red neon. A guard saw not too busy to dredge a woman.

Fluke, coincidence? Lily grabbed his only opportunity perhaps to the private office of the owner.

When she crossed the forbidden door, Lily felt her stomach knotted. She put a hand to his neck by attaching the black desk at the back of the room covered with gold.

The music seemed far it was spreading through the door like ricochets. His breathing began to tremble when she decided to move into the depths of the dark office.

Against the walls, the shadow of the chair multiplied, there was nobody.

Could it be that the waitress is telling the truth?

Lily was tempted to lift her veil but repressed his gesture. She turned in a circle in the office and walked toward the huge black cabinet.

His breath caught, his heart stopped beating for a moment when she discovered a weapon placed on a pedestal.

Old, slightly damaged, this weapon still had the power to thrill.

Lily took recklessly and put her fingers on the badges. She pursed her lips, lowering it to distinguish the engravings on the cross.

- Continue and you will shoot you between the legs.