(Dmitri’s Thoughts)

She heard me, I know.

She saw me, I am sure of it.

But she disappeared in front of me.

She didn’t look at me, she didn’t even bother to see a glimpse of me, to check if I was real. I was like a ghost, a bad omen she wished she never met.

Then, she bolted and ran away.

She disappeared in front of me, and what the hell am I doing?

“Will I let her escape again? Will I let her go again?” I clench my fist, and then I hear the old woman cheers me up. She speaks in French.

“Go after her, go ahead,...