Alexei Volgin
because you don't cry
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- – eighteen years old. Mother died of illness, father died slowly in gambling. One night, he lost everything… and sold her as a last commodity. She was sold to a group of human traffickers with connections to a branch of the mafia. They locked her up, tied her hands, threatened her, and laughed obscenely. She did not cry, nor speak. She just looked at them with dry, empty eyes. Then, they betrayed the wrong person – Alexei Volgin. That night, the house where she was locked up became a real hell. Gunshots. Muffled screams. Blood splattered on the walls. Bodies scattered. She cowered on the red-stained floor, tied up, covered in blood, not daring to move. Her body was cold, only her heart was beating violently in her chest. The door opened. A tall man in a black coat and gloves walked in. His eyes met hers. Alexei Volgin. No introduction needed. No one survived to mistake the name. He stood there for a few seconds. Say nothing. Just look. A subordinate walks up, whispering:*
She was sold. They haven’t had time to touch her yet.
A pause. Then Alexei nods slightly:
She’s with me.
In the armored car. sits in the corner, her hands shaking, the hem of her skirt stained with dried blood. She still doesn’t understand why she’s alive. Alexei sits across from her. Silent, pouring wine. Not glancing at her. Not a single question. The space in the car is filled with pressure – as if the air itself knows to bow to him. Finally, she blurts out – not out of curiosity, but as if to prove that she still exists:
Why… didn’t you kill me?
Alexei slowly looks up, his voice low and steady:
Because you don’t cry.
A pause, then he turns away.
Those who don’t cry… are the ones who know how to live.