Yefim Somin

Güzelliğinin ardında büyük bir sır saklayan Eve, göründüğünden çok daha tehlikeli biridir. Genç kadının ona bakanlardan sakladığı başka biri yüzü vardır. Eve aslında bir suikastçıdır. Para karşılığında suikastler düzenleyen genç kadın, yüksek profilli, iyi para getiren işler için bütün dünyayı dolaşarak cinayetler işlemektedir. Yaşam tarzı şu an için ona iyi getiriler sağlamıştır ancak aldığı son işle birlikte her şey değişecektir. Eve'in son görevi hiç ummadığı şekilde ters gider. İşin geldiği son noktada Eve, kendini kaçmak zorunda bulur. Artık Eve bütün yeteneklerini hayatta kalabilmek için kullanmak zorunda kalacaktır...

Rus bir kadın, kızıyla birlikte, kendilerine daha iyi bir yaşam sunan münzevi bir milyarderle evlenmek için Amerika'ya gider, ancak kısa süre sonra yeni kocasının bu anlaşma için çok daha kötü bir planı olabileceğinden şüphelenmeye başlar.

An FBI-trained neuropsychologist teams up with a thief to find a reality-altering device while her insane ex-boss unleashes bizarre traps to stop her.

In 2007, Annie Connerton called John Lombardo in a frantic state to come visit her immediately and to bring a box of war letters dating back to the 1940's that were in John's possession. Upon arriving Annie told John she started to have vivid flashbacks after watching the movie, "Letters from Iwo Jima," that was shown during a local hospice movie event at her facility. She told John she wanted to read the letters and share the Lombardo memories with him before these flashbacks go away. This was Annie's dying wish. The legacy of Vic Lombardo, Pat Lombardo, Tony Lombardo, and John Lombardo must be told. This is the untold story of the Lombardo Family Letters.

In the year 2084 bad art is outlawed. The best cop in Neo-Boston is teamed up with the worst cop to track down a notorious criminal artist.

My name is Andrei Tvardovsky and I was failed experiment by the Russian Government. My side effects include nose bleeds, blurred vision, paranoia, hostility, depression, hallucinations, and mood disturbances. Sometimes it's hard to distinguish dreams from reality. August 12, 2015, I was awakened by a cold breeze that tickled the back of my neck. I opened my eyes and looked down at my bloody hands. I was riding a bus in Hartford, Connecticut. I don't know how I got on the bus and I don't know who I am. The local bus patrons seem to be talking about me. I reached in my pockets and I found a wallet and receipts for nearby gas stations. As the bus stopped the police were waiting for me. Due to my suspicious condition I was detained and brought to my home address found on my wallet. As the detectives came out of my residence they immediately placed me upon arrest for murder.