HONG KONG, NATASHA’S VILLA

“Merry Christmas!” Angelika and Aleksander clinked their glasses of juice with Natasha on their wide balcony.

“Merry Christmas, sweethearts,” she smiled, drinking with them at the same time.

“Are we going out today, Granny?” Angelika asked.

“Of course, just give me a list of wherever you wanna go and it’s done,” Natasha kissed them both on the hair.

The ringing of her phone interrupted the moment again, and she answered before walking out of the room.

“What’s the plan?” Angelika asked in a whisper.

“Do you know any number offhand?” Aleksander asked.

“Yes. I know Bullet’s number,” Angelika replied.

“Cos she always gave you candies?” Aleksander...