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RUSSIA:
“Hit him again!” Boris Kinski orders.
Sasha Kinski, Boris’s sister, steps back, lest the spattering blood from the man tied down to a wooden chair stains her blue blouse.
The swelling around his eyes no longer allows Brian Stone to see the fist flying through the air. Not until it slams against his face once again.
“Where is Alex Cave’s family?” Boris’s voice echoes around the room.
In a drug-induced haze, Brian thinks about the last time he saw Boris’s smug face. It was just before Alex sliced a chunk of flesh from his cheek. A dark window closes around his thoughts, and Brian is grateful when his mind and body drift into nothingness, then his head falls limply against his chest.
“Check if he’s dead.” Boris orders in nearly perfect English.
Rudolf Kinski takes one of his bloodied gloves off and feels the artery on Brian’s neck. “He is dead, Boris. Why are you still trying to kill Cave? You did the Russian way, kill brother for brother. You still have me.”
Boris suddenly leans in close to Rudolf. “Look at me!” he growls. “I had women begging for my attention until Cave did this to my face. I was the head of the entire Russian Mafia until you recorded me killing those two CIA agents on your damn phone, you idiot! Now I’m a wanted man. If you weren’t my brother, I’d kill you!”
Boris paces in front of Brian’s body. Why couldn’t Cave have killed Rudolf instead? All he’s good for is causing pain. He stops to look up at the tall, attractive brunette standing quietly nearby. “Find out where Cave’s family is located, Sasha. I’ll make him watch them suffer for what he did to me.”