She knew it would come for her eventually.
In a dark moment after the letter came, Varya considered running. Then she considered ending her own life. But she had a loyal partner, a dog, a career. Cousins. Parents. People she would leave behind. Except that she was probably going to be a dead woman anyway, wasn't she? What else was there to be done?
She kissed her partner goodbye, steeled herself, made her way to the old man's home, and she entered the room that she had not visited in so long. Would she be allowed to exit? Would he kill her inside, or would he spare his wife the scene and take her life outside?
Varya sat silently in her seat, staring straight forward. She refused to make the first move.