The American And The Russian (Benny Watts) [The Queens Gambit]

Part 11 Ya Ne Znayu

I sat down in a wooden chair my arms attached to it by leather straps with buckles. He sat across from me, Casak. His grey hair cut short as if ex military, his suit tailored perfectly as he sat across from me the black and white tiles of the chess board between us, without it's peices.

"Princess? Attention" he says clicking his fingers making my eyes flick to his hand his accent thick even in his English "chto dal'she, printsessa?"

"ya ne znayu" I told him looking at the empty chess board

"chto dal'she, printsessa?" He asked again more violently

"ya ne znayu"

"chto dal'she, printsessa?" He asked again hitting his fist in the table

"ya ne znayu!" I yelled back

"chto dal'she!"

"ya ne znayu!" I scream he looked away to the man behind me and I felt the horrific pain race thought my veins burning my skin and my mind with agornizing pain "ya ne znayu!" I scream at the top of my lungs trying to kick, to move but I was unable to do anything but take the pain

"Again!" he yells

"Bol'she ne nado! Bol'she nikakikh igr!" I yelled "Bol'she ne nado! Bol'she nikakikh igr!" I screamed

"Whoa whoa whoa!" I heard another voice say and I forced my eyes open escaping my memories to be faced with bennys dark apartment him holding me tightly clearly I had woke him up and he had come to check on me "Are you okay?" he asks

"Bad dream" I answered