“Go choke on a d**k, asshole! We’re not going to hand our bank accounts to you!”
“I think you will,” said the man. “And I’d like to remind you that my colleagues are listening to me right now and are ready to use your login information immediately, so it’ll do you absolutely no good to lie. All it’ll do is waste your breath.”
“Rot in hell!” one screamed as he struggled, weakening, against the door.
The man chuckled. “Let me know when you guys are ready,” he said, and began whistling a cheerful tune.
Ivan Zheleznov was freezing. His hoarse voice rattled into his room’s desk phone. “You fixing right now! Understand?”
Tina’s voice politely responded, “We’re terribly sorry for the malfunction of your air conditioning, sir. We’re sending a repairman right away.”
That was Danny’s cue.
Dan
