*Tallon*

I stood to the side, unnoticed, listening and watching my brother and my best friend.

“So, what do you think? It’s been an hour. Do we kill them?” Alessandro asked casually, turning to me with a bored look. He didn’t even bother looking at the beaten and half-collapsed bodies of the two Russian men before them.

Strapped to wooden chairs with piles of duct tape around each of their limbs, neither Ivan nor Anton looked particularly ...