- And you haven't changed, greyhound trash, - Owl squatted down in front of the girl.

“People don’t change,” she looked at the man with disgust. “So you’ll die as a worthless six.”

I chose rage. As once advised. Male voices were heard. And the kidnappers quickly went to these sounds, firmly locking the door, as if fearing escape.

In a huge room that looks more like a warehouse, it blew cold. The absence of stench made it possible to breathe, and not wince every time. She wiggled her arms and legs to no avail, exhaled noisily. She thought nervously: probably Vlad already knew and hoped that he was already...