You didn’t like being part of a terrorist group but Fyodor Dostoevsky was something different. You knew you were a mere pawn in an elaborate chess game he was participating in. Just there for him to manipulate and use.

Nikolai had managed to convince Fyodor to let you stay. He seemed to have grown attached to you and you had no complaints if it meant keeping you alive.

You could hear your name being screamed from down the hall as Nikolai ran straight for you at maximum speed.