Not even two hours later, Ravil was escorted to a different room and knocked out.
When he opened his eyes again, he was tied to a chair. He blinked. Flashbacks swarmed within his head, haunting him for what seemed to be the millionth time.
He remembered, and vividly so. They'd done this once before. No, twice...three times?
He watched, viridian gaze darkening, as a figure approached holding a tray. Ravil peered at the tray and flinched as the revelation hit him.
Benzodiazepines. Yes, this was it, they'd done it before, he remembered, they'd wiped his memory, no, they couldn't, not again-
The door flew open. A tall, blond man shot the figure that was approaching Ravil, then untied him, grabbing him by the shoulders.
Ravil started to fight against him, but the man forced him against the wall.
"Ravil, calm down," said the blond man. "I'm getting you out of here. So shut the hell up and play along."
Ravil thought he recognized the man's face, but couldn't quite recall his name. "Kto ti?" Ravil queried in Russian, asking the man- who are you?
"Dimitri Bocharov," said the blond man. "FSB sergeant from Lubyanka. Now let's go, Mr. President!"
Ravil tried his best to act natural as Dimitri escorted him back out of the room, down the hallway, and up a winding staircase. Dimitri had a car parked in one of the tunnels, he'd said. This had indicated to Ravil that he'd been in a bunker this whole time. They were about to turna corner when Dimitri pivoted, silently gestured for Ravil to remain quiet, and proceeded to peer around the corner and shot at a guard, killing him.
"Alright," Dimitri said. "Come on."
They walked past the guard's corpse and found Dimitri's car.
"Bocharov taxi service," Dimitri half-laughed as he and Ravil sat down in the car. "En route to Moscow."
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Dinastiya Tested // 3rd Book of the Takaryev Trilogy
Mystery / ThrillerHere's the third book of the Takaryev series. I'll be adding a detailed description later.
