They locked me in a room on the second floor. Screaming and cursing led nowhere.
A burly man stood guard right under the window. The moment he noticed me, a single look on his face made it clear I shouldn’t even try to escape that way.
Did Kirill seriously think I’d lie down, take a nap, and calm down? He was gravely mistaken. The hospital gown irritated me beyond measure, but my options were limited. I still hoped to find something useful in the room—though the chances were slim. So imagine my surprise when I discovered a few women’s clothes in the wardrobe. They were too big for me, but beggars can’t be choosers.
After putting on the чужие clothes, I stood by the window with a chair in my hands. With all the strength I had left, I hurled it at the glass. It shattered with a loud crash
