meeting an acquaintance
Sitting across from the old acquaintance, Viktor feels a mix of anxiety and anticipation. “It’s been a long time,”
the man says, his eyes shifting. Viktor nods, keeping his tone firm. “I need answers,” he states.
The acquaintance hesitates but eventually starts talking. “She wasn’t who you thought she was,” he begins.
Piece by piece, he provides information that fills in gaps and raises more questions. Viktor listens intently, piecing together the fragmented puzzle.