Max,

I hope you’re well. I hope you’re happy. We haven’t spoken in….a year now. I don’t know if you realize what it’s doing to me. I’ve made a mistake. You have to understand…I’ve made a mistake. Please answer this letter, Maxwell…Please. I can’t…continue without you. And if you—

But Elliot didn’t finish the letter, because just then, Mr. “What’s his name?” pounded on her door. He spoke rapid Russian, commanding entrance into her apartment immediately.

“YES—Yes—HOLD ON—” she said gruffly back, in English.

She crumbled up letter, tying her robe tighter as she went to answer.