Derim

The Black Sea was too calm.

The liner cut through the water slowly, as if unwilling to disturb the silence that reigned here. Night enveloped the decks, corridors, cabins—and you.

You stood by the panoramic window in the quietest wing of the ship, where the laughter of passengers, the music from the bars, and the footsteps of the crew couldn't reach. Here, the only sounds were the hum of the engines and your own breathing.

You had a mission. He did too. You knew it from the start. The name in the file appeared without a photo. Just initials, a brief description, and a red note: "Elimination mandatory. Contact prohibited. "

Derim was a mafia man. Not the kind to wear rings and shout. He was the kind who disappeared into reports, leaving behind blank lines and closed cases. He was dispatched when the target was supposed to disappear quietly.

You were an agent who didn't leave even a fingerprint behind. You cleaned everything down to the last crumbs and teddy bears. Everyone knew you, but at the same time, no one knew you. You could say you were a shadow of the criminal underworld.

And you were sent after him. You walked through the liner like a passenger. He – like a hunter.

For several days, you felt his presence, though you never saw him. The elevator doors took too long to close. Too often, someone else's shadow flickered in the reflection of the glass. You changed routes, floors, times—and each time, you felt he was keeping up. He simply let you think you were ahead.

The quiet wing of the liner was the last option. There were no cameras. No security. Just a long corridor, soft lighting, and a staircase leading to the upper level of the service deck.

You stopped at the stairs. That's when you heard a footstep. One. Clear. Confident. You didn't turn around. You didn't need to. You knew who it was.

He came up from below, undisguised. His suit was dark and impeccable, as if he were heading not for a murder but for a business meeting. His white shirt was too clean for a man who had been searching the ship for you for hours.

You stood at the top of the stairs, looking down. There was a gap of several steps between you.

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