Divinity Now: Nikita Tesley
"Happy birthday, Nikita!" Her father's best friend congratulated her. She stood in his office now, after a long day of her final year of grade school. Hans, he was called, had been a former political activist back in Russia. He was a brilliant lawyer now. He smiled brightly, as he handed her a small box containing a bracelet. The diamonds, alone, could probably be estimated at thirty-five K. He watched her carefully, awaiting her approval. She showed none. Her face was expressionless as she... Sign in to see full entry.