Sweet Sweet Revenge
A few weeks after joining Kamenici, Yuri stumbled upon a man in tattered clothes, covered in dirt and obviously malnourished. Yuri stepped closer to the man, who was stumbling his way through town.
"Sir, you okay? What wrong with you?" Yuri helped him to a bench where he inspected the man further.
"I'm... alright... I'm alright." The man left his hands clutched to his side as he rested, squinting up at Yuri as he was looked over.
"Good news, where you come from? Home country... you sound American." The man nodded and returned to holding his side.
Yuri took one last glance over the man and noticed a glint of light from the man's neck; it was gold and a thought instantly popped into Yuri's mind. A quick unsheathing of his combat knife and a strong stab to the gut was all it took for Yuri to reclaim his wife's necklace, stolen from the dresser on the night she died. Crimson red poured from the man's gut as he groaned and fell forward off of the bench, his face in pain as he writhed for a few moments before returning to peaceful silence. Yuri felt an overwhelming joy and satisfaction for avenging his fallen lover. A trickle of tears slid down his cheek as he shouted into the air, "KATIA!"