(Warning; Mention of torture and blood)
Carlos.
The room smells foul. Blood, rusting metal, and piss.
River's body is carelessly thrown on the floor, and his previous seat is occupied by the Russian boy, who has his head down with closed eyes.
I let them treat his bullet wound, so when we need information from him, he won't be already dead. But looking at him right now, I change my mind.
Rico is already tailing Victor, and I don't think I need this boy for that anymore.
He looks fine to me, maybe a little tired from sitting for the whole day with cuffed hands and legs.
Other than that, he is in perfect shape.
"Hey, wake up," I slap his cheek a little hard, and his head forcefully jerks up immediately. This i***t can't possibly be sleeping in a torture room, right?
His eyes loo
