Yelena watches the torture with little passion expressed on her face or in her body language. She has seen this sort of thing many times and her dark soul is pretty much inured to it. It does bring back memories of her life working under Nicolai in the prison. First there was some sort of information gathering, often by torture, then the killing, and then the sex that always followed. Somewhat dispassionately, Yelena notes that Nicolai's technique has only improved during the years they have been apart. She no longer considers herself the student, but realizes that her mentor can still teach her things. Not about torture, no, because Yelena had never shown a penchant or aptitude for that. This had been a slight disappointment to Nicolai, but her other skills more than made up for the deficiency. Even now, he does not offer to turn the woman over to her, but is satisfied that she watch.
Yelena knows when Jedediah and Arc leave, but she remains. She knows nothing of these people other than they have been targeted by Nicolai, and that is enough for now. Ostensibly, they might be key to getting information on Tsina Molovna. The man in the wheelchair fascinates her and drags her attention from what Ghost is doing. She kneels at the man's side and looks into his eyes. She had thought him dead many years ago, burned up in the fire that consumed the safe house they had been living in. She bows her head in obeisance to her former Bratva leader and lover. "Я подумал вы мертвых в результате пожара. Я видел предателей наливания топлива на ваше тело и был вынужден посмотреть как Tsina Molovna горит матч и подбросили его в комнате. Я стыдно, что я не смог бы сделать все возможное для сохранения нашей семьи из ее. Я убил несколько, но не достаточно и не в праве. Она убили меня в том, что ночью, как безусловно как она убиты вас. Правосудия уже давно предстоящие и необходимость его обогнал моего желания в течение многих лет. Мы по-прежнему семьи. Я по-прежнему ваша дочь?"
I had thought you dead by fire. I saw the traitors pouring fuel on your body and was forced to watch as Tsina Molovna lit the match and tossed it into the room. I am ashamed that I was not able to do anything to save our family from her. I killed several, but not enough and not the right one. She killed me that night, just as surely as she killed you. Justice has been a long time coming and the need for it has fueled my desires for many years. We are still family. Am I still your daughter?