The look from his hard, black eyes was very… determined. And I didn’t want to learn what expression was swirling at the bottom of his gaze. But I did. I recognized it. And I was even more afraid.
The elevator was going down—somehow extremely slowly, painfully slowly. I huddled in the corner, not daring to look away from his hard, impenetrable face. Pasha “Rhinoceros” was thoughtfully stroking my figure, frozen in fear, with an attentive gaze, as if deciding what to do with me next. And it seems he had enough options for a whole wagon attached…