In the next few days, we'd traveled across three of the seven locations.
Three sites. Three chances to slip up. Three opportunities we'd somehow not squandered.
Ilya had done a fine job... no, an exceptional job, of making sure we ended up in the right batch at the right time to reach this location, which happened to be the closest to the capital among the seven.
Now, it might seem like a simple task for someone like Ilya, who wielded so much authority over administrative matters. But if one looked deeper they'd realize it required a frightening prowess of mental ability to precisely guide the path of us four so that we ended up in this exact location at this exact time.
Consider the complexity: there were a total of one hundred and fifty prisoners dispatched as free labor according to the Saint's demands. Each batch contained twenty prisoners. Seven batches in total.
Simple math, right?
Wrong.
