Yulia’s dead. Ksenia killed her. She was wearing the same clothes from earlier, so it must be Ksenia. But the way the man was holding Vanessa— it told him that he was not an ally.
“LET HER GO!” Kons aimed his gun at the man holding Vanessa.
It wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but it was the first thing that came to mind when he saw Vanessa being dragged out of the bedroom.
“Calm down, she’s fine. We are here to save her. Put your gun down.”
“Save her? You were dragging her, and you put duct tape on her mouth. Take it off!” he shouted, still not lowering his gun.
“You have nothing to worry about. We’re just taking her to a different room that’s much safer, and we want to make sure she doesn’t make a sound.”
“I’m here to take her with me. Let her go.” He gestured for the man to release
