“Masha, sit in the car and don’t stick your head out,” Oleg throws a warm look in my direction, squeezing my hand.

I silently nod my head in agreement with him. Meanwhile, two men of strong build come out of one SUV. I look at them, trying to control my nerves and calm my racing pulse.

- Gorin, I'll give you three hours. The address was sent via sms. Take the boys with you. Not a word to the beast, - Oleg is talking to someone on the phone, and then, fighting back, gets out of the car, leaving me alone.

I push myself into the back of the seat,...