Dinastiya Tested // 3rd Book of the Takaryev Trilogy

Chapter 91

That moment when you're about to upload some chapters but you grab the notebook for the fourth installment instead of the third. 

Anyways. Torture-ish scene. Woot.

Ivan whimpered as Elisha stuffed a gag into his mouth. 

"Really, Dimitri, you've got a fine man here," Elisha said with a smirk. "In fact, I almost wish I had him for myself, if you know what I mean." He leaned in and kissed Ivan on the neck, causing the base engineer to shudder. 

"Don't you dare touch him," Dimitri growled from beyond the glass wall. 

"What do you think you're going to do about it, Sergeant?" Elisha queried. 

Dimitri slammed a fist on the glass. "I'll kill you," 

"How?" Elisha half-laughed. "There's bulletproof glass keeping you from me." 

Dimitri revealed his FSB-issued pistol and pointed it at the glasses, aimed at Elisha, and then pulled the trigger. 

Elisha didn't even flinch. "You've got to be kidding me. They told me you were smarter than this. That glass is developed by DARPA, specifically for combat zones. You can waste as much ammo as you want- you're not getting it. Thank the Americans." 

Dimitri fired again. 

"Mind the ricochet, dear." Elisha's brown eyes gleamed.

"Why are you doing this?" Dimitri demanded.

"Oh, you already know." Elisha answered. "Where were you on the afternoon that Leopold Alexandrov was killed?" 

Dimitri froze, hesitating.

"Exactly," Elisha smirked, seeming to have found a path to what he wanted. "Do you think you can escape us, Sergeant? We have eyes everywhere, especially at the Kremlin. We know. Now I just want a confession. So you can tell me what I want to know, or I can do whatever I want with Ivan here."

"What do you want?" Dimitri asked. 

"Tell me Ravil's trigger words," Elisha demanded. "My level of security clearance wasn't enough to get them." 

Dimitri shook his head. "I don't know them." 

"Really?" Elisha raised an eyebrow. 

"I don't know them," Dimitri repeated.

Elisha revealed a knife. With a flash of metal, he pointed it at Ivan. "Yes, you do. Where should I stab him, huh? Maybe his left hand? He is left handed, right? There sure are a lot of bones in the human hand...that would hurt like hell, don't you think?" 

"Fine!" Dimitri shouted, on the verge of panic. 

Still tied to the chair, Ivan was trembling. He'd started to cry. 

"So you do know the words," Elisha's eyes flashed. He pocketed the knife. 

Dimitri took a deep breath. 

"Well, Sergeant?" 

"S lyubovyu iz Rossii," Dimitri replied. 

Ivan tried to say something, but the gag kept him from producing any understandable words. 

"English translation, 'with love from Russia.'" Dimitri explained. 

"And how do you know this, Sergeant?" 

"I-I've worked with the FSB for years," Dimitri stammered. "Why wouldn't I know?" 

"Tell me the real reason, Dimitri," Elisha's voice grew cold. "You keep lying to me like this, and I won't hesitate with the knife." 

Dimitri stopped short, trying to format a response. 

Elisha revealed the knife again. "Five seconds. Five, four, three..." 

"I know the words because I heard Leopold say them," Dimitri confessed. 

Elisha grinned. "Now that's what I wanted to hear, Sergeant,"