72 Grief

As Vladimir and Alexander finished loading the last of the dead bodies into the truck, Vladimir breathed heavily, his chest tight with the weight of their actions. He turned to face the truck driver, handing over heavy bundles of money with a somber expression. The driver nodded in understanding, taking the money and preparing to drive off. Just then, Vladimir's phone began to ring, breaking the heavy silence around him. With a small frown, he glanced down at the screen to see that it was Ksenia calling him. His heart clenched at the sound of Linda's tearful voice on the other end. "Vladimir... it's Linda speaking... she's dead," Linda's voice trembled through the phone. Vladimir's breath caught short in his throat. His hand gripped the phone tightly as he frowned deeply, his mind racing with disbelief and rage. "Who? What happened?" he asked, his voice strained with emotion. "Raymond... he killed Olivia... She's dead... I heard the sound of a gunshot over the phone,