MEDDIE’S POV
“No, not like that you useless b***h. Ty nichego ne mozhesh’ sdelat’ pravil’no, yebanaya shlyukha!” The following punch from his fist is so powerful that I almost black out right then and there. (You cannot do anything right, you f*****g s**t!)
“Izvinite, ser.” My voice barely leaves my throat. (I’m sorry sir.)
For the past month, I’ve been forced to train. As soon as the doctor gave me the go, Nikolai put me on a tight schedule.
Every day, I am to wake up at exactly four in the morning. If I am not up and ready by that time, Nikolai has given permission to everyone that they can beat me to their heart’s desire, and can t*****e me in any way want.
Then I train with the other Russian mafia soldiers. I have to do whatever they are doing. If I fail at any task, I am beaten b
