Tranquil, predictable, and mundane. These were the typical New Jersey mornings Anya_ I mean, Jenny had grown accustomed to after so many years. And although she sorely missed the comfort and familiarity of mother Russia’s crimson soul soil under her feet, the peaceful family life she’d garnered herself far outweighed the blood soaked past she’d left behind… or at least that's what she tells herself. But whatever the truth may be, reality for the moment remained a mixed bag. An American dream home masking a rocky marriage destined for divorce. A prodigy ice skating daughter pushed over the hill into her resentful, rebellious phase. This and more made Jenny almost long for the simpler days of backroom assassinations and high stakes espionage. But coincidentally enough, as these dark clouds loomed overhead, a man in a black van parked across the street intently listened in to every verbal dagger exchanged, all through the bug he’d planted inside the home so many months ago. But what ...