Spy-x-War Showdown

Annastasia quietly stared at Bashanov. After a moment, she spoke again, "Let me think about your childhood. I didn’t do a very detailed investigation, but as far as I know, you came to the United Kingdom when you were seven years old. Your whole family came together."

Bashanov, restrained by others, moved his feet slightly.

Anna continued, "When you were eight—about eight years old—shortly after your family arrived in the United Kingdom, your father left home. He ran off with a younger woman, and your mother had to raise you on her own, working multiple jobs, one of which was as a dancer."

Bashanov suddenly said, "Shut up! Bitch!"

"Your mother started drinking, getting completely drunk every day. You were immigrants who had just arrived in the United Kingdom; you couldn’t speak English, you had no friends. Your mother loved you but also hated you. When she was drunk, she’d beat you. She loved you, but hated your father, and you resembled him a lot."

Bashanov suddenly roared, "How do you know that? Shut up! You bitch!"

"Your mother would beat you when she was drunk, and cry over you when sober. You hated her, yet you loved her too."

"Shut up! Bitch! Shut up! Bitch! Bitch!"

Zhang Yong landed a punch in Bashanov’s stomach, making Bashanov instantly stop struggling and rendering him unable to speak.

"Now, back to the question earlier—why do you wear the hood? Because you want to impose the shadows of your childhood onto women you don’t know. Speaking Russian, pretty women, yet you unconsciously project them as your mother, and so you’re afraid to face them."

"Your childhood was truly tragic. Your mother struggled to keep your life afloat. You’re familiar with nightclubs, with the way Eastern European women survive in the United Kingdom, and it all started in your childhood. You’re deeply familiar with this circle, its workings, and you know how to control those girls—just like your mother was controlled back then."