Hilarion held the phone to his ear and peered into the darkness of Artem's cell.
"Well?" Paramon pressed, his voice crackling through the phone speaker.
"He's gone," Hilarion said. "There's a ceiling tile on the floor. Some bastard snuck in here through the vents."
"Probably Ravil," Paramon replied.
"What the hell are we supposed to do, then?" Hilarion barked. "Ravil should've been dead long ago, but that damned Myron kept on-"
"Ravil should've never existed in the first place, honestly." Paramon seemed to shrug, even though Hilarion couldn't see him. "Bastard, born out of wedlock. Did you forget?"
"Nyet," Hilarion answered. "I haven't forgotten. And my son's married to him, too. It's a shame. The damn kid's a homosexual, for one thing, and now he's married to a bastard."
"You can thank your former president," Paramon said dryly.
"She was never my president," Hilarion muttered, blue eyes darkening. "And neither is Ravil."
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Dinastiya Tested // 3rd Book of the Takaryev Trilogy
Misteri / ThrillerHere's the third book of the Takaryev series. I'll be adding a detailed description later.
