It was chilly and my breath turned into a frosty white fume and it looked as if I were smoking. I was not used to this cold because I come from a place that has winters where the sun shone and where the sand was warm.
I stood there in a black cotton coat and some black jeans. In this abysmal darken of the night, I was nearly invisible. I was waiting for the right moment to pull the trigger of one of many guns I had skillfully concealed within the inside of my coat. So skillfully, it got passed the airport security when I flew over here.
The man who hired me gave me a simple task: "A man who is wear a pair of blue pants, a brown leather coat, and a black hat... is your target."
So there I waited, in the deep snow of Moscow where the snow fell lightly like grains of sugar that were floating down from the black cloth people call the night sky. I looked up and I could see the moon shining like a huge street lamp giving light to the world and I could see it's reflection on the ice that had once been a river.
I faintly hear footsteps that were approaching at rapid pace. I stealthily drew out a pistol and attached a silencer onto it. The foot steps grew louder with every passing second and I knew the time when lion pounces on it's prey was walking closer and closer. Tap, tap, tap, TAP, TAP, TAP.
Just before I was going to reveal myself, the target had walked up in front of me. in that split second I knew my timing was flawed because the softness of the snow muffled the sound of walking and when I thought he was far away, in reality, he was quite close. Regardless, I could see that he was unarmed so I pinned him down onto the ground and pressed the muzzle of the gun into his temple.
In the moonlight clearing which I had pushed him into, I could now see his face.
I saw my face.
He was my twin.
"What is this?" He asked. I hesitated for a second and I replied in a merciless and cold voice. "This is called good business."
I pulled the trigger.