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Damian got down from his jet, his men were already there waiting for him, sleek cars were lined up.
Andrei walked to him handing a phone to Damian with his hands trying to hide their tremble.
It was a facetime from Andrew.
The screen lit up. Andrew's face filled it, smug and calm. Damian snatched the phone, voice hard enough to cut.
"Long time we spoke, Volkov."
Andrew smiled like a man who had eaten and enjoyed the world.
"You coward," Damian snapped without waiting.
"Let her go now, or I will kill you with my bare hands."
Andrew only chuckled and blew a slow ring of smoke into the camera.
"Oh, calm down, old friend.
You must really love her to care this much." He turned the camera slowly.
The room on the other end was dark and rough a place built for fear.
The phone showed Elena on a chair, ropes at her wrists, her hair in a mess. She looked angry.
