Hendrick went to the table that had the equipment we used for torture. He observed all the items carefully, and finally grabbed a short knife with a sharp tip. He smiled, but it wasn't the smile we were used to seeing. He simply turned and threw the knife at the leg of the man who was there, tied to a chair, his face covered in blood. The man screamed in pain, and Hendrick laughed with satisfaction.
Кто вас сюда послал? "Who sent you here?" Hendrick asked, and yes, we were forced to learn to speak more than four languages.
Делай, что хочешь, я не скажу ни слова! "Do whatever you want, I won't say a word." The Russian shouted.
He became serious again, grabbed another knife, a larger one, and walked slowly, taking short steps. When he got close to the man, he ran the knife across each of
