“Okay Melany. Fair enough. You don’t want to answer my questions, so I respect your decision to remain silent.” Brusilov said while running his fingers through his hair. After a few minutes of tense and awkward silence, he got up from his chair and made his way to the door.
I heard the sound of the door opening slightly, then Brusilov spoke up once again.
“Since you don’t want to answer my questions, I have no choice but to do the worst. Don’t worry though; I have decided not to harm a hair on your children’s head. How about we send our daughter a little motivation gift instead? Just a little something to show her how eager we are to see her, uh?” Brusilov asked and I continued to remain silent. “Okay… I’ll take that as a yes. I’ve got the perfect idea for a gift. Inna, Lesnar, Roger!!”
