Saffron lets out a humorless laugh at Molokov's ridiculous response. "Oh, is that supposed to offend me, you calling me a whore?" she says with a smirk. "Nice try. Been there, done that. But I'm retired. And I never slept with Anatoly. This isn't about anything he did to me."

In the next moment she's got her hands around his throat, her weight leaned forward onto them. "This is about what you did to him. To my friend."