Cassandra Leone:-
The stone passageway under the Petrov estate was dark and smelled of dampness, blood, and years of hidden mysteries. I could feel the cold metallic staircase under my hand and that of Eliseo as we went down into the dungeon--a dungeon my father had once said was constructed, not merely to punish, but to make men remember.
Igor would remember all tonight.
Ivan groaned as he opened the iron door, and we beheld the miserable spectacle of Igor, chained against the wall, already swollen from the interrogation to which Don Nikolai had allowed himself to be prevailed upon to listen just now. His shirt was stained with blood. His eyes opened feebly as we entered--and then grew round with terror at the sight of Eliseo and me.
He started back in the light like a rat.
"Please…"
