The darkness was thick and suffocating. Roman stood in the middle of a white cold room. The smell of antiseptic burned his nostrils. A woman sat on a metal chair in the center, crying. Her hands were bound, with her dark hair spilling all over her face.

"Please… help me…" her voice echoed off the walls. "I'm in pain…"

Roman tried to move, but his feet wouldn't obey. "My daughter…" He heard his own voice, strong and clear. "She's disrupting the process." He wasn't saying it, but it was his voice. A man stepped out of the shadows. Roman couldn't see his face, he only saw the outline of his...