The Witch Smiles Before the Strike

It all began on one winter night in the "Rosebud" restaurant.

I made a mistake. I argued with a certain arrogant guy.

And he made a mistake. He didn’t immediately realize that he had met his worthy opponent.

Remember, darling, don’t believe my smile. Because it will be on my face when I pin you to the mat. As my mother used to say: “We smile and hit, Lana, we smile and hit.”