revelations

Alex PVs

Raymond Reddington heard Alex's calm voice and answered. "Hello, Alex! May I know what you're doing here?"

Alex calmly drinks his tea and then looks at Don with a wretched smile and says. "Well... My car broke down and I found this house here, knocked on the door and this kind grandpa greeted me, we had a chat and he said some interesting things, would you like to join us, you want to know what we're talking about? ?"

Raymond Reddington locks the gun again and puts it on the table along with the revolver I stole from Don and after looking at everyone at the table he sits down next to me and asks. "What are you guys talking about, and why do you have that Alex revolver?"

Ignoring Raymond Reddington's question, I look at Don and speak. "Sometimes you just have to ask, like I'm asking you now and I hope to hear an honest answer, where is she?"

Don's body shakes and he looks down but doesn't say anything, Raymond Reddington didn't understand what I was talking about and decided to use his right to remain silent.

Seeing this situation, I shift my attention to Raymond Reddington. "Would you like to hear a story Red?"

Raymond Reddington smiles and responds. "Of course, I love Stories!"

I looked at him, gave him an equal smile, and said. "Well, I like it too. This story is about a very famous Asian slang, I'll tell you the origin of that expression."

"Alright, now I'm interested!"

"In China, there was a very poor young orange seller, he worked hard and he was very smart, and little by little his business grew and he gained fame as one of the richest and most influential men of his time, but all this wealth and prosperity it was at the cost of his happiness, for he was a man who was already entering old age and never had a wife, and he has no heir, seeing that everything he had built would be lost after he died, he decided to marry.

And so it was, the middle-aged merchant married a young woman half his age, the years passed and he had been married for two years and had no heir, but as he was a lonely man before he married, never blamed his wife or mistreated her, he simply decided to liquidate his business and stay with only those in his city, and for that, he had to travel for some time and leave his wife alone at home..."

Raymond Reddington, who has heard the story so far, exclaimed. "This guy is smart, must be good slang, maybe I know!"

Paying no attention to Raymond Reddington, I continued the story. "And that's what he did, the same week he packed his bags and went to sell his business, the days went by and the woman was more and more lonely, the merchant came back once or twice a month, the rest of the month he was on the road traveling, she then frustrated and feeling that she was no longer wanted, ended up taking a lover and because of this lover, she created a secret code, wearing a hand-knitted green beanie, every time her husband was going to travel somewhere far away, his wife would make him wear this green hat, which was a signal for her lover to come to visit her that night.

As time passed, everyone in town knew the green hat merchant and his Infidel wife, and every time the green hat man walked by, everyone knew his wife was going to sleep with someone else.

As soon as I finished my story, I looked at Don and Raymond Reddington and asked. "What do you think of this story?"

Don looks at me with embarrassment and asks. "What's the moral of the story, I don't understand! The guy is a cuckold and wears a green hat, but other than that, I don't understand."

I look at Don and answer with a smile. "Look Don, when a woman (man) cheats on her husband (wife) these days, we tend to say, 'You're putting me in a green hat!' This man was used as a symbol of infidelity!"

Don, upon understanding, feels kind of weird since he had some green hats at home, he secretly decides to throw it all away later when he's alone, and then realizes that the young man in front of him, possibly his grandson, saved him from humiliation. . He sincerely thanked her. "Thanks, I understand now!"

I smile seeing the old man's reaction, he sure has a green hat, putting that aside, I look at the silent Raymond Reddington and ask. "And you Red, do you understand the message I want to convey?"

Raymond Reddington looks at me for a while and says. "If you want to know anything, just ask, I've heard that phrase before, I just didn't know there was a story like that behind it. I don't understand what you're trying to convey!"

Watching his reactions, I saw that he didn't understand what I wanted to convey, so I decided to give tips until he understood. "This story is the origin story of the expression 'green hat', but it also has another meaning, like what you felt when I asked Don here, where was she, I know you didn't understand anything right?"

Raymond Reddington thinks for a moment and says. "You mean you and Don know something I don't, similar to the man in the green hat, that everyone knows he's cuckold but he doesn't even suspect?"

As expected of this fox, he quickly understood what I was trying to convey. "In our case, it's the other way around, you knew something and left me and the old man in the dark! Tell me, Raymond Reddington, why didn't you tell me or Don that Katarina and I have blood ties? how long did you intend to hide this from us?"

Don looked at Raymond Reddington and, finding no guilt on his face, became irate, stood up, slammed his hands down on the table, and yelled. "Answer the damn question Red!!!"

Raymond Reddington looks at me, then at Don, and says. "You found out in... I must say, as expected of you Alex

I didn't want to bring up her problems on the boy, you know what Katarina got into, the best thing that ever happened to Alex was growing up under the Swagger's."

Don is speechless for a few seconds and says. "You didn't have that right! How dare you deny me the right to know that I have another grandson, that Vladimir is alive!"

"Here's the thing! He's not Vladimir, he's Alexander Charles Swagger, not Vladimir Rostova!

The room descended in silence, and I looked at Don and said. "He's right about that, I'm not Vladimir! But I also think he's wrong. You had no right to make this decision for both of us Red, this is not your choice, it's mine and the old man's!

The biggest problem with this whole situation is that you didn't let me make that choice, you didn't even intend to tell me anything, if it were up to you, I wouldn't know about my mother for the rest of my life!"

Raymond Reddington looks at me with sad eyes and says. "Karina didn't want to give up on you either, but she didn't have a choice, I don't regret it, it was for your good, you were happier without this information!"

I was crazy to hear Red's answer and said. "You can't make those decisions! My father decided to take custody of me and tricked her, I couldn't do anything, and I don't blame the old man, but you had no right!

You are not my father, nor my mother!

Don't take Katarina's problems as your own! Who are you, because as far as I know, Raymond Reddington is buried at TANS Farm!"

"How? How do you know that?" Raymond Reddington is visibly surprised.

"I know a lot of things, but unlike you, I don't decide what's good for others selfishly!"

"I know a lot of things, and I also know that you're not Ilya Koslov, so don't even try. I don't want to know your true identity, I just want to know where my mother is!"

Raymond Reddington is silent for a few seconds and Don who has been listening in silence looks at me and says. "Your mother, I know where she is!"

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(Y/N: Pass your POWER STONES or the man in the green hat will eat your cookies and leave a green hat in its place!)