“The girl was suicidal.
One look was enough for Nikolai to understand that she wouldn’t leave the bar alive. No—more precisely, they would let her leave the bar, and then…
Then they would simply tear her apart.
And they would be right to do it.
Nikolai put an empty cup of coffee on the table and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. He wasn’t going to help her. And, honestly, a wicked thought flashed through his mind—why not join those who are going to tear her apart…”