I was looking for my gift for Liz when a rustling sound captured my ear in the room. The wind from my open glass doors of the terrace is hustling the curtains that got stuck from the edge of the dark steel finish. Huh!, is someone there?, Vic shouted and then a man from behind put a black sack cloth to hide her head after she was put to sleep. She can hear men’s voices and someone spoke Russian and then another. There are two men carrying me to a some sort of a mini-van. It smelled wine and a sort of unlikely event that I am unable to move nor shout at this point. I am helpless and speechless. I know I am definitely doomed and maybe dead by tomorrow. I already asked for forgiveness for my sins and let fate decide for my future. Suddenly the van stopped and I think we were al
