"I thought you left," said Helena. She pulled the cigar from her lips to hold it between her fingers while she rested her wrist on the edge of the window. After appearing that day to surprise her, Vladimir had disappeared, and she had hoped he was gone for good. But here he was now.
Vladimir smiled at her words. He said, "You're an intelligent woman, Helena. I believe that is what I like about you. It seems like there's something bothering you."
"Which doesn't concern you. I believe you have to learn to mind your own business and not to poke in others matters, Mr. Lazarus," sparing him a look, Helena's eyes shifted to look outside the window at the people.
"Speaking about that, there is something I noticed in you," said Vladimir, his eyes not moving away from looking at the woman's features. "You are from a family of good demons. And as we all know, every demon who dies, ends up in Hell. Right?"
