Anushka wondered how many times she had gone through these motions. How many times she had picked a face, a name, and had set out to wet her blade. Too many times, she supposed, or perhaps not enough. Because there were still men out there who continued to decide that the law was something that did not apply to them, or didn’t care, and perhaps there always would be.
Here and now, though, she was one more reason to think twice, and for those who had done wrong, reason to regret. It was time Aleksei Vasilyev paid his dues, but as the keep hesitantly took the money owed, she had to wonder if it was not her time as well.