16 July 2019
Zurich, Switzerland
Sofia and Nautaras daughter Lucrecia and Leon were already sleeping in a hotel apartment when her phone rang suddenly. She and Leon came to town about a week ago. Her lover – a smooth face adorned with beard bristles, a bunch of black hair on the head, sporty, twelve years old, admittedly – the task of concluding a partnership agreement on behalf of a bank operating in Lithuania with a private bank established there. She feels happy with him convinced that she met his man she thought she would never betray her and leave her like her father did to her mother.
Yes, she hasn't forgiven him so far.
When everything worked out as they expected they went to one of the best restaurants in town. Here they had dinner together and enjoyed an old wine from France. They then returned to the hotel.
Here and now her mobile has ringed. Lying next to her, Leo slept awake.
"Who is calling?" He asked in a sleepy voice.
"I don't know."
She got out of bed and went on to find her mother calling.
"Mom don't know how long?" She responded. "We're already in bed."
"Something happened, Lucrecia. Otherwise I wouldn't really call at that time".
"I listen."
"Your father is dead."
She shouted in amazement. Leon jumped out of bed and fell over to her.
"Are you serious?"
Sophia told her that she had learned this from Daniel. For some time, Lucrecia fainted. Then she said he would try to get Leon back to Vilnius as soon as possible. After the interview, he told Leon that it had happened. He hugged her in silence.
It knew that the distraction was great. Still, it can’t relax. It is time for the plan to continue. Need to kill him. It just have to wait. He will eventually be killed. At first it was considering poisoning him. Only not potassium cyanide. After a long period of consideration, he decided to poison him with the plant "Diphenbachia" often in foliage homes. It was fascinated by the poisoning of a person's throat which interferes with breathing and eventually dies.
Now it changed that mind.
Invented how to kill him. It will be a difficult and long-lasting death.
It laughed.
Sophia did not eat normally as usual. Just chew a few stews of the stew, drank a whole glass of water. After reporting to her daughter and "having dinner," she went to bed early.
Failed to fall asleep. After staying in bed for awhile, she got up from her bed and went to the living room. She sat on a leather chair.
Even before the divorce, when he was not married to a man's knit romance she learned that she had been adopted from one of the main orphanages in Vilnius. After finding the exact address, she went to the place. True, she doubted that director was still working. She thought she would learn from someone how to find her.
Upon arriving at the establishment, she learned that she was still being led by the same woman. She waited until she was invited to this office, which was as standard as it usually is – wood table, black swivel chair with high back, table lamp. A desktop computer was on the table. The walls were decorated only with photographs and diplomas related to the activity; a cabinet full of documents ran along it. Sofia introduced herself to the woman.
"It's nice to meet you," the person sitting behind the desk spoke. "I am the head of this institution Catherine Rundevičienė. Sit down please."
Sophie sat down in the chair she had shown.
"How can I help you?" A woman inquired.
Sophia told her the point of arrival. The head of the institution promised to help.
"If I find out something, I'll definitely get in touch." She promised to Sophia.
When she later contacted Sofia, it became apparent that some of the documents had been destroyed a decade ago and that she had been unable to find out anything.
Now Sophia has already doubted that she will ever find out the truth about her origin.