This was getting weirder and weirder.
"Let go of her." The man ordered and I immediately felt my wrists loosen from the pressure they had been subjected to. With awkward movements and without taking my eyes off the man in front of me who is looking at me just as attentively, I bring my sore wrists forward, looking at the lacerated flesh caused by so much fighting. I had been tied up with a bloody plastic strap that had cut me and blood was slowly oozing from the wounds. I knew that if I did not treat myself, I would soon become infected.
"You made a mistake sir, my name is not Anya" If all this turned out to be a case of the wrong identity I am going to start laughing ... unless they kill me because they confuse me with this Anya, in that case, I will be furious "But no problem," I speak
