Dinastiya Tested // 3rd Book of the Takaryev Trilogy

Chapter 10

Nazar descended into a realm of unconscious thought. The last thing he heard was the cell door slamming shut...

In a sequence of dream-like images, he vividly recalled the evening when he'd gotten home from school to find his father's body sitting dead in the living room, a bullet in his skull and blood like spilled wine on the carpet. 

He remembered calling his mother in a state of utter panic. He remembered having to leave home, the police told him, for his own safety. He remembered, after months of exhausting investigations, discovering that his father had been involved with members of the Russian mafia, that there had been a deal gone awry. 

The memories began to fade. The forefront of Nazar's mind went dark once again, confronting him with the terrible truth that the FSB had used him to get a hold of Artem. And no matter how much Nazar regretted it, he couldn't change a thing. They'd said the words, taken away his ability to control himself. If he had been conscious, he would've shivered just thinking about it. It was almost his own fault that Artem was missing, and taking into bitter account Ravil's unpredictability, he had no idea what would happen next. He just hoped Ravil wasn't in a bad mood. 

So, what was it, then? Just sit in here, tied to this chair, and await death, or whatever else Ravil was preparing? 

Yep- sounded just about right.