A man moved behind me, a flicker of gray, tall and gaunt, coat like a shadow that enveloped him. I could see Ivan’s face over my shoulder, the strain of his years, the sickness that lingered behind his eyes. The animal that he was, like a wolf that carried off the children of fairytales. Like the wolf that carried away Hansel. Like the wolf I left on his battered leather couch, teeth glimmering in the neon.