[[All entries are assumed to be written in Russian. For the sake of this Journal the entries are translated into English so the players can follow the story as it progresses.]]

March 5th…

When I came home, i decided to deal with Jade. Angel was gone, and this was the perfect time to remind her of her place. Between the two of them, these squabbles they had were pretty insignificant when compared to the larger scheme of things. One reason why I don’t tolerate this shit in my house.  Whatever they decided to do out in the streets was their own business, but do not bring this shit home. Either way I made my point clear, while she did nothing but continue to try to justify her own. She squealed about having to use the bathroom, because even dogs are allowed that. So, I leashed her, and dragged her naked ass outside to use the bathroom, like the bitch she wanted to be. The rain made it sweeter. While it didn’t bother me, one thing that had not changed about the world, was that to a woman, water was like kryptonite. Still, easily dealt with, and she was returned to the cage once I had my fill of her whining and choking herself on the leash.

She must have completely lost her mind, as she made the mistake of asking me if the cage was to protect Angel, or me.. Me? Protect me? While I can laugh about it now, I made sure she understood that the cage was to protect her. My machete made a few sparks on the bars, just to show her that as long as she was in there, I couldn’t hack her into steaks and feed her to Kip. Though, to further prove that point, I opened the cage, and invited her to leave it. She did not leave the cage. Needless to say, she understood the point. So, without saying much of anything else, I made her tell me what her problem was. What brought on that rage, why she felt that killing the girl was going to solve anything? When she answered, she sang like a bird. Not only did I learn what Angel really felt about me, but I learned that my earlier instincts were indeed correct. The girl, was just that… a little girl that wasn’t ready to face the reality of the world. I won’t go into detail about what I told Jade to bring her animal back under control, but assume it was the usual. I also warned her not to touch Angel.. I would deal with the little Jezebel. So.. I left, went out scavenging and looking for the things on my list.. the things I needed to recover to at least secure this so called job, that only paid 6 dollars for three days of work. This is not worth the effort. I make more than that, just killing the rot-heads and looting their corpses. Perhaps a new line of work is needed.

I was gone all day before I finally returned home. When I did, the greeting I received was another insult.. another slap in the face. Not only was there another man in my home, but Jade was all over him like a bitch in heat. Angel, apparently brought him home with her. She must have been fucking high.. but apparently she knew exactly what she was doing. As much as she swore that wasn’t the case, she brought the boy home because she knew he was interested in her, and tried to play it as though she didn’t know. Who is she trying to fool? This is the same girl that changed her clothes in front of me twice the first day I met her. The same girl who let me place my hands all over her the first day I met her. There’s a saying, that if a girl was -that- friendly to you, she’s -that- friendly to everyone else. I do not believe she’s -that- naive. She understood well enough what arousal, sex, flirting and intimacy was when she was alone with me, so to pretend that she didn’t understand what this man meant when he told her that he wanted to be more than friends with her, right in front of me, was an insult to my intelligence. Still, he wasn’t at fault, she was. She conveniently neglected to mention that I may or may not have still been pissed at her for the previous day, but she tried to play it off as though it never happened. Needless to say, he understood the rules of my house, and while I was dealing with Jade, he and Evangeline disappeared to the bedroom.

It was only a matter of time, but soon enough he’ll likely see what I see. She will likely play the same games that she tries to play with me. She’s young, and she wants to live in her fairy tale, skipping through sun-flowered fields holding hands and singing songs to herself. She needs a serious reality check. That reality check will slap her in the face harder than anything she will likely ever experience in this world. I will savor every moment, while I’m heading for the ship to move supplies back to the trailer. I am not a good person, I am trying to be a Shepard.. but that is not who I am. Its about time she understand that cold hard truth. Lay the cards on the table, and see if she folds.

There are four of us… by the time this is over, there will be three.