Viggo Tarasov was furious. He knew exactly who had ruined his plans and roared, "No one destroys my business and walks away unscathed."
Without hesitation, Viggo left the warehouse and drove home, his face as dark as a storm. Ever since his treacherous son had provoked the Baba Yaga, nothing had gone smoothly for him.
Not only had critical evidence been burned, and many of his men killed, but he had been forced to reveal the hiding place of his son—all heavily guarded, yet still hardly safe.
Viggo had little confidence, but he clung to the slimmest hope that his men would protect his son and eliminate John Wick.
Time dragged on, each second filled with anguish.
Viggo sat smoking; his ashtray overflowed with butts.
Then the phone rang. He took a deep breath and answered.
After hearing the news, Viggo paused, hung up, and took several deep drags on his cigarette.
He phoned multiple contacts to organize new arrangements.
—
John Wick, having avenged himself, returned to the Continental.
At the front desk, the attendant Charon called after him.
"Mr. Wick!"
John stopped and approached. "Yes, Charon?"
Charon pulled out a car key. "On behalf of the Continental's management, we deeply apologize for last night's events. This is our compensation."
He slid the key across the counter.
John glanced at it but didn't refuse. Taking it, he nodded thanks and headed upstairs.
At Yamamoto Kaito's door, John knocked lightly.
Kaito opened immediately, recognizing the visitor. "John, problem solved?"
"Yes, all handled."
"Come on in, let's sit and chat."
John stepped inside. "Kaito, thank you for saving my life."
He produced a Token of Contract from his pocket. "You wanted one of these. What do you need me to do?"
"If it's something that can be done soon, I won't take the token—I'll just do it myself."
"You know I'm retired. Four years away from the assassin world."
Kaito's face remained calm. "Still give me the token. I'll contact you when it's needed. No pressing tasks now."
John's expression stayed neutral but his thoughts were serious—whatever Kaito planned wouldn't be easy. Still, he handed over the token.
Kaito smiled, pleased. "John, did you manage to kill Viggo?"
John shook his head. "My feud was with Viggo's son. I left Viggo alone; he gave up his son's location and canceled the bounty."
Kaito warned, "Viggo Tarasov is the head of the Russian mob. He won't let this go easily. Be prepared."
John nodded. "I believe he'll honor our deal. Thanks for the warning."
Kaito said no more. As for Marcus's fate—well, that was up to destiny.
John said his goodbyes, checked out of the Continental, and filed the returned Token of Contract with the front desk.
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Driving the black Dodge gifted by the Continental's executives, John went to see an old friend. It wasn't only Kaito who had saved him—Marcus had warned him at the hotel.
At their usual meeting place, Marcus joked, "John, how many times do you want me to save you?"
"Grateful as always, Marcus."
Marcus looked at John critically. "You don't look well."
"I'm retired—this is my retirement look."
Marcus scowled. "Retired? You really believe that?"
"You've got a new life now."
"You'll find your footing again."
He slapped John's shoulder. "Time to go home."
He sighed and turned away.
Their conversation was far from pleasant.
Unknown to them, Perkins, hidden in a nearby car, recorded their entire meeting and reported it to Viggo Tarasov.
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Watching the footage, Viggo's face darkened even further. He hadn't expected, besides Kaito's interference, that his hired killer Marcus would betray him.
Sometimes, betrayal hurts worse than outside interference.
Had Marcus remained loyal, his son would be alive. The thought fueled Viggo's wrath.
Without hesitation, Viggo ordered his men to surround Marcus's house. Marcus would pay for his betrayal.
He grabbed his phone and barked orders to another team: "Take out that damn Yamamoto Kaito. The ninja must become dead."
With his plans set, Viggo drove off with Perkins and his men to Marcus's home, ready to end the traitor's life the Russian mob way.