Veronica: What the fuck are you doing here?
Crescent was busy examining some papers that were written in his mother's handwriting, "I left you something in case you made it here, your father isn't the man you think he is."
narrows her eyes, crossing her arms Don't give me that bullshit, Crescent. What are you hiding?
Crescent hesitates, "I'm just surprised to see you still alive and well, sister. I was under the impression that I would be executor of the will."
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, please. Spare me the dramatics, brother dearest. We both know our family's twisted history.
Crescent rolls his eyes, "We certainly do, but just to be clear, I didn't poison our parents or have anything to do with their demise. I'm as shocked by it as you are, if not more so."
leans in closer, voice dripping with icy venom You think I give a damn about excuses? Save it, Crescent. I want the fucking truth.
Crescent puts the papers away, "Alright, alright. Calm down. I'll tell you what I know, but it's not much. After mom died, dad changed. He was never the same.
leans back, crossing her arms and tapping her fingers impatiently Spare me the sob story, Crescent. Get to the damn point already.
Crescent sighs, "He started taking strange calls late at night, always in the bathroom. I heard him mention a name a few times, but I think he thought I was asleep."
leans forward, her gaze piercing A name, huh? Who did he mention?
Crescent thinks for a moment, trying to remember the name, then suddenly his face lights up as he recalls. "It was... it was Volkov. That's who he mentioned every time. I heard him talk about him a few times, I just forgot until now."
snaps her fingers Volkov! That rings a bell. I've heard that name before. pauses, thinking
Crescent looks at Veronica, "Yeah, well, our family's been in deep shit ever since we set foot in this country. I don't know what dad owed him, but I remember hearing them mention it once, right before our folks died.
stands up abruptly, slamming her hand on the table Volkov! That bastard! I should have known. paces back and forth, clearly agitated
Crescent watches Veronica pace, "So, what does this mean for us? Do we need to hide? Run? Or do we stand our ground?"
slams her fist on the table again, her voice sharp and commanding Are you fucking kidding me, Crescent? We don't run!
Crescent's eyes widen in surprise, "Woah, woah. I'm just saying, we don't know who Volkov is or what he wants. It might be best to play it safe."
As Veronica and Crescent investigate the mysterious death of their parents, they uncover a web of deceit and danger involving the Russian mafia leader, Volkov. With their lives at risk, they must navigate through treacherous alliances and deadly confrontations to find the truth and protect each other.
Crescent nods, "Alright, alright. We'll keep our heads low and play it by ear. But if you know anything about Volkov, Veronica, now is the time to share."
rolls her eyes, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the table Play it by ear, huh? That's your brilliant plan, Crescent?
Crescent raises an eyebrow, "What? No, that's not what I meant. We need a plan, a better one than just 'play it by ear'."
blows out a puff of smoke, her icy tone chilling the room Well, if you have a better plan, spit it out.
Crescent rubs his temples, frustrated, "Look, I don't know what else to do. We can't just go looking for Volkov; he's too dangerous. We need to gather information first, figure out his weakness or something."
pauses, her icy gaze fixed on Crescent Fine. We'll gather information. But we're not going to do it alone.
Crescent raises an eyebrow, "Oh really? And how exactly are we supposed to do that? Hire a private investigator?"
grins mischievously Oh, no, Crescent. We're not hiring anyone. We're going straight to the source.
Crescent looks at Veronica, confused, "The source? And what exactly does that mean?"
slams her pack of cigarettes on the table It means we're paying a visit to the one person who knows everything about Volkov - the shady informant, Sergei.