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Well there's not much to say about my life. I've been an assassin for all my life. With no real direction and living on the next job. I was sitting on a park bench with people passing me by. My target was an aging man of 60. I heard squirrels chirping in the background and children laughing. I see the target a man named Nicholai Ruso, this man was the sole reason my client's family was slaughtered in fornight. Looking at the man now I'd say he was a loving grandpa with his grandkids. Too fucking bad cause today is the last day you breathe. I walk up to him with a cheery attitude carrying a fake big check made out for 1 million dollars.

"Excuse me sir but can I have your attention for just one moment please?" I say to the old man.

"What can I do for you?" he asks in a heavy russian accent.

"Well you've won a million dollars. but to claim it you must come with me by yourself," I smile. He agrees to come with me, the fool just sealed his own fate. As we continue to walk away from the general public and with less and less people in view I start to formulate my plan. Death by strangulation, guns, knives, or something else entirely. Hmmm I don't know guess I'll have to improvise. With less and less people in view I start to smile and Nicholai stares and me and says

"You must be new eh?" he laughs. I just laugh at him and nod. With no one around it's time I killed him.

I walked with him, making my pace slower and slower, forcing his to match mine. "So, you look like you had a good day today, didn't you?" I asked him.

"Sure, I got to spend time with my sweet grandchildren," he replied. I stopped and turned to face him.

"May I ask what your name is?" He responded with,

"Nick, call me Nick."

"Nick, eh? That sounds quite catchy." I raised my arm and my hand was in front of his torso. "Here's your 1 million dollars, Nick." He raised his hand as I smiled and our hands made a sort of clapping sound as we shook them. A formal handshake, it was not a suspicious thing at all. Well, that is of course only if I weren't an assassin. "Nick" smiled and I began to walk away after I handed him his certificate.

"Have a nice day!" he shouted.

"You too." I said. I smiled once more and walked at a more speedy pace. Nick's smile faded and he collapsed onto the crumbling sidewalk.
I guess things like that happen when you give a handshake to someone who wants to kill you. Too bad he didn't know that there was a small tack between my fingers. A tack that controlled his fate, for it was dipped in a toxic liquid as deadly as a jellyfish's poison.

"It was nice to meet you, Nick." I laughed as I walked away.
I didn't need to look back to know what was happening to my currently departing friend. His gaze grew vacant and a thin froth came to his mouth.

10 yards away...his esophagus should be swelling shut by now. He can no longer breathe.

20 yards. People start to notice him. Oh well, too late.

30 yards, and he sees his grandchildren once more as he slips away. A poor man to be sure, but I can't dredge up any sympathy. Instead, I stifle one last laugh and slide my hands into my pockets.
Today was impersonal, just another deposit in my account, named 'Nick'