Nikita

The rest of the story will be written from a third person's point of view, thank you and enjoy.

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[THIRD PARTY POV]

The call he had just received was meant to be a warning from what he could decipher,  but then Nikita had already lost too much to care about some narcissist who thought they had everything under control.

The man on the other end of the line had threatened Nikita that things wouldn't end well for him, but what else could Nikita lose? He had already lost his family, the people who meant something to him. 

He lost his sanity along the way, and he never even had the time to grieve. Six months later, he was still hoping to find Raisa in his bedroom, messing around with his coat and stethoscope. At this point, Nikita didn't care. 

If the man wanted him dead,  then he could come over and over it himself instead of being a coward and talking shit that he couldn't actualize. Sure Nikita should have been the least bit scared for his life, but that could have made sense if he had a life.

The neurosurgeon had been living an empty life.  Each day was hopeless than the previous one, and he loved it.  He knew he was headed to the cliff, but he didn't care to hold himself back or wish for someone to help him.

Maybe someday someone would see beyond his stoic state and save him, but until then, Nikita was going to live his life, or whatever was left of it, and that too in the only way he knew how — without giving a shit about anyone.

He still contemplated going back inside the hospital to plead with the director, but he already knew it was pointless.

He was everywhere, and people were criticizing him while others plainly wondered what was happening to him and even how he was allowed inside the operating room.

Todorov was in a complete mess and right at the center of it was Myolajki Pavlenko.

Giving up, Nikita hopped into his ride and rode off to Officer Qiao's house. He couldn't go back to his house, seeing as Natalya had turned it upside down in the past few days and the fact that the woman who had been with her was already dead.

He suspected his housemaid, but he didn't have enough evidence, so until he was sure his sanity was apparent, he wouldn't be going back home anytime soon. 

Todorov was a beautiful city that screamed love even in the cold Russian winter. It made people fall in love with the place, not to mention the kindness of the people in it.

Nikita loved how organized they were, how things played out themselves. It was almost like they were in an alternate universe, all cutesy and shit save for the sad little reality that the Pavlenko family, or what was left of it, had to endure.

The traffic lights made it prettier, an observation that Nikita noticed for the first time in so long. How could a place be so beautiful? The city had always been in this state, with everything running as usual, only that Nikita had never paid too much attention to the things around him.

The drive to Qiao's home wasn't so long, considering there were shortcuts all over that Qiao, Nikita, and Ren had figured out.

They were rookies who could make the impossible happen, and at the moment, Nikita could only hope that his best friend knew something that would give him the answers he needed.

He couldn't help but wonder what it was that got them to this point. The virus vials out there in the market were worrying, and it did it right with him.

Even though his parents had developed that for his brother, the person who had stolen them was obviously not going to sell them to cancer patients, which was not okay.

Yuri deserved a chance at a better life. He had been a good son and brother, and he was everything and more than Nikita could have asked for in a brother, and his life was essential to them.

Nikita always wanted to see his brother grow up and hit sixty years at least; that had always been his prayer whenever he went to bed and when he woke up. It didn't matter that he wasn't in a prayer hall or that he was still at his one-night stand's place.

His prayers always had their dedicated time, and in what may, Nikita would pray to anyone willing to listen to him and make them understand that Yuri was a good brother. His brother didn't deserve the pain he was going through.

He didn't deserve to watch their parents be killed. That thought alone made Nikita want to go and bring Liam back to life and kill him again. Knowing his brother as dead was easier to deal with than knowing he was alive and possibly held captive somewhere.

What was he even supposed to do when he was not with his brother? How the fuċk was he even supposed to function? 

"Watch where you're driving, you sick bastard!" a voice screeched at Nikita as he stepped on the breaks making the person driving behind him also come to an instant halt.

Nikita hadn't thought much about what was happening to him until he snapped out of his thoughts and realized he almost knocked a woman with her baby who was crossing the road to Qiao's house. Behind him, he had messed up someone's car.

What the fuċk had he done?

He had been too cooped up in his thoughts, and now he had put the lives of three people at risk. The woman with her kid looked at him murderously, daring him to ignore what he had done and walk away like the rich idiots in this estate.

She was waiting for him to snap at her, but how was he to snap at someone who had saved his life even though he had been a risk to theirs?

His mama would genuinely be disappointed in him if she knew what happened here. But then Nikita was in his usual state, lost in a world and trying to be invisible, yet he managed to be at the center of attention every time.

Maybe the director had really been right because it seems like he would need that week after all.