Kirill silently watched as the Vepr-Boar slashed with a knife on the ropes that held Kira in a chair, but did not untie his hands.

“Nice candy,” he said with a greasy grin, supposedly inadvertently running his hand along her thigh as he cut the ropes from her legs.

Kira only frowned painfully, but said nothing. The boar moved towards Trubachev. First he freed his legs, then removed the handcuffs. He immediately hurried back to the table and sat down next to Rykov.

Are you afraid to let go? Kirill asked, rubbing his stiff hands.

I wanted to take some time to come up with at least some way out...