A basin of cold water was poured over Kokedor's head, and he trembled as he slowly opened his eyes.
"You are Kokedor."
Instinctively nodding, Kokedor couldn't help touching his head, then looked at Gao Yang who questioned him, and turned his head to look at the people around him.
Finding himself surrounded by a group of old men, Kokedor appeared more surprised than fearful, but when his gaze fell behind Yarebin, he couldn't help but tremble as he said, "You, you are Grand Ivan!"
Seated, Yarebin shrugged, then smiled and shook his head, "You guessed wrong."
Also seated, Gao Yang nodded and then said loudly, "Go ahead, tell us what tasks Djo Malthael gave you. Oh, whose number is this, and who was your last call to? It seems like you wanted them to save your life."
Kokedor trembled, his lips shivering, "Arseny Pavlovich Yanuchek."
Gao Yang was quite surprised, "Wow, Ukraine's Prime Minister?"
