Episode 83

Gavril

I clasped my hands behind my back, a cold mask of indifference on my face as I walked around the strung-up body. The man was shirtless, and small rivulets of blood ran over his chest from the cuts on his face. His mouth was gagged and his hands bound at the wrists by a set of chains that suspended him about three inches off the floor.

Enough to put pressure on his shoulder joints to hurt, but not enough to cause permanent damage.

Dark hair hung limply on his sweaty forehead, and the stench of piss and sweat filled the air, but it was the look of defiance in his eyes that pissed me off the most. I stopped before him, ripping the gag out of his mouth and letting it fall to the floor.

“Are you ready to talk now?” I asked coolly. “Or are you going to make me do this the hard way, Sergei?”

Sergei Puzanov glared at me, licking his lips to wet them from the gag. “Nothing you can do will make me talk, Kirilenko.”

I chuckled and picked up the jumper cables, holding them over the battery