Mikhail walked purposefully through the dark, narrow corridor of the dungeon, the torch in his hand casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. He could hear the faint, pitiful moans of the prisoners, but his focus was on the task at hand. He reached the cell holding the spy, who was shackled to the wall, his body bruised and bloodied from previous interrogations.
Mikhail signaled to the guards to open the cell. The heavy door creaked open, and Mikhail stepped inside, his eyes cold and unyielding as he looked down at the spy.
"It's time," he said simply, his voice devoid of emotion.
The guards unshackled the spy, who barely had the strength to stand. Mikhail grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the cell, the spy's legs scraping along the rough stone floor. The spy
