Hendrick approached the table with our torture gear, examined all the objects carefully, and finally picked up a short knife with a fine point.
He smiled, but it wasn't the smile we were used to seeing. He simply turned and threw the knife into the leg of the man tied to a chair, his face covered in blood.
The man screamed in pain; Hendrick laughed with satisfaction.
"Кто вас сюда послал? Who sent you here?" asked Hendrick. Yes, we were forced to learn to speak more than four languages.
"Делай, что хочешь, я не скажу ни слова! Do what you want, I won't say anything," shouted the Russian.
Hendrick grew serious again, grabbed another knife, a bigger one, and slowly, with short steps, approached the man. He ran the knife over each finger of his hand, cutting them off. The man screamed in
