He must send the messages. The message that the cosmos and universe of humans have been destroyed. The message that she is welcome, that her past will be buried without any question, that his love has not abated.
He is Igor, a middle-aged millionaire from Moscow. All provisions had been made with every detail. There, at the reputable Cannes Film Festival. A Festival with numerous parallel events. A Festival where myriads of male and female celebrities spend their time in front of the mirror, everything for the renowned red carpet. There, his ex-wife’s, Ewa’s, love had to be won again and he should come out a winner.
Ewa had made her decision. She couldn’t stand Igor’s mental pressure any longer. He was a man who could easily commit murder. His service with the soviet army during the irrational Afghanistan war, had provided him with many assets to successfully develop, but it took as many from him, his humanness and compassion. Now, he was on Hamid Hussain’s side. A Bedouin who escaped from the desert he adored. He yearned to exhibit his country’s culture, his tribe’s thousand year wisdom and code of honor.
He accomplished that, aided by his father’s genes and his high connections. A respected fashion designer. A cherished member of the so-called Upper class. The power, however, which he strived to conquer for a noble purpose, in the end conquered him.
A young woman, Olivia, who laid her merchandise carefree on a linen sheet on the pavement, was the first sacrifice. The beginning of the messages were keyed in and sent to her. Then, Javitz Wild, a powerful and distinguished film distributor, a mere pawn in the plot of the crime, a pawn with self-awareness, yet without the power of will. Maureen was his third victim, a film producer who had placed all her hopes on Javitz, hopes which were quickly vanished.
However, a moment of penance, a moment of autognosis comes forward, asking from Igor to give her mental freedom, asking from him the cease of the death toll, asking from him to surrender to the police authorities. His stance is negative. He is a balanced person, capable of taking hard decisions, going all the way to completion.
The three murders have disturbed the police authorities of this small and extremely peaceful part of France. The elements of the crime lead to something weirder; they lead to a serial killer, who has only one goal. A case which excites the interest of police detective Savoy and in which he finds an outlet from the tenor of police reports. The culprit’s external features have been defined and an ambitious chase starts. A chase without results, because the plan of the murder is perfect. There is only one winner and it is not Savoy, it is not the justice.
There, at the impressive night event, Gabriela meets Jasmine Tiger. There, in an ocean of strangers, their eyes meet in such a compelling way. They find out that they work for the same person, Hamid Hussain, in different, however, departments. None of them had met him in person, what they knew of him was his orders and the army of his aides. The former, as a new actress who achieved her dream, the red carpet of the ephemeral dazzle and the latter, as a new haute couture model with the quality to reach for the top. Igor finds a refuge between them, in order to avoid police checking and to concentrate his powers for the forthcoming planned meeting.
Finally, the three tragic heroes, Igor, Ewa and Hamid meet at a far corner table. The story has to come to an end. Fear must be vanished. Love must prevail. Not, however, in public view, but outdoors, at the nearby beach. By the sea waves, under the starry sky, the receiver of human souls, both the rich and the poor.
A dialogue packed with dead ends. Love is lost. The end has come only for them. The Beretta rifle accomplished its purpose. Hamid is the first to be shot in his attempt to disarm him. Then, it is Ewa’s turn, who is not worthy for him any more.
The morning had come at last and the company’s jet was departing. Win had been achieved. Igor won. The winner, however, doesn’t stand alone. That’s what he thought. He felt the soul of his first victim, Olivia, very close to him. He felt her as an instructor of the future, which belonged to him.
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