It wasn’t Van. It had been someone else.
Someone who wasn’t familiar.
Someone she didn’t know.
The Russians charged from every direction, no weapons in sight. Their footsteps were heavy enough to create vibrations through the tiled floor. She could feel it against her palm as she pulled herself away, hoping against all hope that there was somewhere she could hide away from.
Ava glanced at the man standing in front of her with trepidation as the Russians closed in on him and nearly curled into a ball when she heard the sounds of bones hitting flesh.
She crawled behind an empty food stand and stayed there, her eyes frantically searching for a way out without any of the men noticing.
“Черт! Кто этот человек?!” she heard one of the Russians shout.
She peered at the sight before her.
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