*Phone rings*
*Pavel picks up the phone*
Pavel: Nikita, it's Victor, he wants to talk to you.
Victor: Nikita, I'm sorry about the job, you'll get another one... and so will I.
Nikita: I appreciate it. Don't worry about me though, I'm fine. I'm going into forensics.
Victor: That's really awesome, I'm happy for you, and I'm glad how you both turned out.
Nikita: Well, thanks, Vic. You taught us how to make the most with what we have.
Victor: Hey, um, don't come over today though.
Nikita: Oh, okay... are you busy or...?
*Victor takes a deep breath over the phone*
Nikita: Is there an issue, Victor?
Victor: No, no, I feel relieved actually. It's going to be all right.
Nikita: Yeah, everything will be fine. There are hurdles... but that's just life, right?
Victor: Alright, so yeah, I won't see you today. But, um, some other time. Talk later.
Nikita: Hmm, well alright. I'll see you next week.
*Hang up*
Nikita: I'm going to see what's bothering him... He was acting weird on the phone.
Pavel: Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Call if you need me.
*Leave for Victor's house*
Nikita: What is Victor up to?
Present
Nikita: Nothing was going to prepare me for what was to come...
Jenna: What did you see at his house?
*Nikita looks past Jenna*
Nikita: May I please go to the bathroom?
ðŸ’Jenna: His face... it's so chilling, what happened at Victor's house???
Jenna: Yeah... go ahead. We can take a small break.
*Nikita stares in the mirror*
My memory... it's a curse.
I never thought telling my story would be so... impossible.
All anyone ever sees is my dead-calm image, and yet... when I look in the mirror, all I see is regret.
If I had good foresight... looking back... wouldn't be so... torturous.
Maybe I should give it a rest... maybe I don't need to tell her my story. Maybe it's time for the final curtain to close...
*His skin reduces to a dead pale white*
💀Pavel: It's not the Volkov way, brother...
You were always my better half...
Nikita, are you sure about this?
Nikita, we know nothing about this Ri Zhou guy...
NIKITA! HELP ME!
Nikita... where's mama? Where are they?
There was nothing you could have done.
You saved my life... and I'll never forget that.
Blood for blood...
*Nikita stares at the mirror*
*He takes a deep breath*
Jenna: You're back, is everything okay?
Nikita: Jenna, my supreme memory is... a curse. It's like an inescapable prison.
But to not continue... would be admitting defeat.
And... if there's anything I've learned it's that pain is temporary. Let's keep going...