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Vladi
Vladi stared incredulously at the woman sitting in front of him. I shouldn’t have given her the vodka. He’d wanted her to feel at ease with him, to be less guarded, more talkative, but his plan had completely gone awry, because she’d decided to openly defy him.
“Where is your father?” he tried once more.
“I have already told you one thousand times. I don’t know.” Her beautiful brown eyes glowered at him, even as her voice rose to a scream. He wasn’t afraid that someone would hear her, because if the guards did they’d only assume he was torturing her, but he needed her to cooperate. She wouldn’t tell him anything the NKVD didn’t already know if she didn’t trust him.
“You insist that he hasn’t contacted you?” Vladi ran a hand through his cropped hair. Usually women fell for his
