Nikto was beginning to get frustrated.

He has been interrogating you for a few hours now. But He’s made no progress at all.

You’re stubborn, and frankly it’s pissing him off.

Your story wasn’t adding up, Nikto wanted to believe you were fine, but he deep down he knew you were probably a spy of some sort, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it and make you talk.

“Черт побери! Just speak already.” He growls, roughly grabbing your chin and making you look at him.