In the train, Yelena goes to hug Arc when her friend emerges from the lav, giving her a glass of water to drink. "Is stronger if Srui want, but this best for now. Arc think fast train new, then wait for airplane ride." She leans over and places her forehead against the shorter human's and just leaves it there for a few seconds without saying anything.
The ride in the van is certainly not as comfortable as the train had been and Yelena grimaces for not having asked for another vodka before detraining. Yelena is impressed at the organization it has to take to make this sort of transport happen and is even more impressed by the sub-orbital they are put on next. She smiles at the joke about peanuts and climbs aboard when instructed, sitting in the chair indicated. She looks at her companions, realizing that this is the first time away from Seattle for some. "Plane is OK. Yelena fly some before. Is strange when take off from ground. Treat as new adventure." As the plane rockets into the night, Yelena turns her thoughts to Poland and Nikolai. And Tsina. Unbidden, her mind brings up a memory of the sight of the woman laughing as she tossed the match that incinerated several of the still living members of the Bratva. Flashing forward, her next memory is of the woman sneering at her as two hard men held Yelena up on the edge of the river. "Вы приняли все I. Вы взяли мой мужчина и моя позиция здесь. Что еще хуже, вы были члены моей семьи, нашей семьи, смотрят на меня за спиной. Моя власть пошла. Поэтому я нашел новую семью. Скоро во всех этих людей будет меньше воспоминания, забыли, но Tsina Molavna не будут забыты. Я хотел бы создать новую из пепла старой и моя семья будет сильным. Ваша жизнь заканчивается здесь сегодня вечером, Елена вор. Rot в ад." Yelena's next sight had been blossoms of fire from the end of Tsina's gun as three rounds tear into her chest. The pain was almost instantly overtaken by the icy cold of the river she had been tossed into. But Yelena had lived because the shadow had not been through with her yet and now she was going back to Europe to get justice for the dead.
She shakes her head as she remembers how Marco could never understand the difference between revenge and justice. It would be revenge if Yelena was going back for herself, but it is justice because she is going back for the members of her Bratva family that had been slaughtered. There is a difference. Revenge is passion and hate while justice is cold and determined, and Yelena is definitely cold and determined. She breaks from her memories and looks around at her companions, smiling to try to show them that the flight is nothing to be afraid of, but making sure that Arc knows where the air sickness bags are.
"You took all I had. You took my man and my position here. Worse, you had the members of my family, our family, laughing at me behind my back. My authority was gone. So I found a new family. Soon all of these people will be less than memories, forgotten by everyone, but Tsina Molavna will not be forgotten. I will create new from the ashes of the old and my family will be strong. Your life ends here tonight, Yelena the thief. Rot in hell."
