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Katyusha watched her intently as her female patient reached for the pasta plate, took few bites until the pasta was completely gone eaten. She was glad she liked her cooking. People's tastes are unpredictable and the Ukrainian wanted to make everyone happy with her food. When the patient put the plate away, it reminded her that she had another patient who also might be hungry.

Her patient looked at her for a moment before pulling her hoodie down. She was an Asian woman, probably around her age. She looked so... ordinary, unlike most criminals she did know well. Maybe this trait was the one that got her this job. She wouldn't raise any suspicion in normal society, blending perfectly well among the civilians. Katyusha returned her smile and waved back, wondering why she hadn't say anything yet. She took two things from her bag, a mask and some kind of communicating device. Once a voice spoke through the device, everything clicked in her head.

The Ukrainian never guessed that The Silencer was a woman, but she is. Rumors about her had reached her Nest from the other criminals she had taken care of. She didn't know The Silencer was mute, either.

"Ah, of course not," Katyusha replied, a bit confused on why she chose to use male voice. "I've taken care of people who looked much... scarier, with bad reputations. But they were going here because they need my help, so I shouldn't be scared of them." What wasn't said was she believed if someone tried to attack her, her boss wouldn't let them go away easily.

Katyusha rose and took the plate. "You're welcome. I'm sorry I can't tell you my name. It's a rule in my house." Her mind already traveled to the guy in her bedroom, she still couldn't shake off the familiar feeling and wanted to know his identity. Maybe she can offer her name so he would trust her...?

His reply really made sense. For someone who worked with the criminals a lot, sure Katyusha remembered frequent visitors’ faces. But this young man had something that denied the idea she had seen him somewhere in London’s underworld. She had a feel their last meeting, if it did happen, was further back in the past. Back before she stepped on the English soil.

Whoever he is, that could wait for later. He had a wound waiting to be tended.

Katyusha sat beside him, after putting his coat on the bed and supported his back with her arm. She pushed his shoulder a bit, gesturing him to lean against her arm, then gently removed her blood-soaked damp towel from his stomach. Her eyebrows furrowed, examining the wound. Not the whole wound was deep enough, luckily. Maybe three or four stitches and the rest could heal itself. Apparently it was bleeding a lot due to high blood pressure, either from adrenaline or stress.

“Wait a bit, please. I’ll fetch your medicines,” Katyusha told him and took pillows to help supporting his back. She made a quick trip to her sewing kit box and also took bandages before returning to her bedroom. “Don’t let your tongue gets bitten,” the nurse put a clean handkerchief to the man’s hand, just like she did to the bird in other room, before cleaned the wounded area and start working to sew back the separated skin. Katyusha then bandaged his stomach.

When she was done, her mind immediately back to the familiar feeling she hadn’t be able to shake it off. His features definitely told his Slavic origin. Usually Katyusha never asked a bird questions except about their wound, but she really wanted to ask him about his origin and how he ended being a criminal - motherly instinct had kicked the Ukrainian’s mind. But the blond might suspecting her for trying to squeeze information from him, although it was widely known she never divulge anything about the birds and what Katyusha got from their short visit.

“Try to get some sleep,” the woman arranged the pillows and blanket. “It’ll help your wound to heal. And I need to check my other patient, so I have to leave you for a while.” Katyusha smiled and was about to open the door when her foot stepped on something. She blinked, then kneeled to take a piece of nicely folded paper. The nurse’s mouth formed silent words while she was reading the paper’s content.

When Katyusha reached the letter’s end, her mouth turned upwards into a smile. Well, this does a rare occassion. Usually her patients expressed their gratitude directly as a simple thank you, or sent her some amount of money anonimously. Katyusha wondered if she was a shy person who preferred writing letters than talking. But her style of communication really fitted her codename... ‘The Silencer’. She must have slipped the letter from under the door.

We need people like you to survive

Yes. This is exactly why Katyusha agreed to take this job on that fateful day. Every kind of people need someone like her on their side. To mend and heal all kind of wounds: the ones that were seen or unseen...

Katyusha folded the letter and put it in her pocket, stopped her musing. After giving the injured male a polite smile, Katyusha left the room and headed to the kitchen. Luckily her pasta was still warm enough. She took some on a plate and carried it to The Silencer’s room. Katyusha felt she might be hungry.

“Hello.” She opened the door slowly. “I’ve read your letter. Thank you for your offer, I really appreciate it.” Katyusha put the plate on the bedside table. “I made pasta today, do you want some?”