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TERESA Ever since I came here, I’ve been feeling a little uneasy, like something bad was about to happen. I could only explain this feeling to myself as being directly involved in this situation that had long since overcome the barriers of logical understanding.  At a first glance, Alexei Stepanov seemed to be a man who could lend us a helping hand. He didn’t know all the details either, nor did I understand everything that was happening to me. My thoughts were mixed, and I was trying to pay attention to what Anya was telling me. “… these pink roses that Mikael brought to me the last time he was in Sweden. I love them!” She continued wherever she went with the story. I was absent. “Michael?” “My dear, what’s wrong with you?” Are you ok? You are not yourself…” Anya whispered to me so close that I was the only one hearing her. I could see the worry in her eyes. Such a difference between her and Alexei, the ruthless mobster. “Anya, my life is so complicated that I don’t even know where to