The Last Option (The Project Book 17) by Alex Lukeman

Author:Alex Lukeman [Lukeman, Alex]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-12T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 32

Zelim Kadyrov, the man who had introduced himself to Valentina in the nightclub as Grigori, was strapped slumped over and naked in a chair in the basement of SVR headquarters. Blood bubbled in his nose and mouth as he breathed. A wad of bloodied gauze was stuffed in the socket where Valentina had gouged out his eye.

General Vysotsky looked without pity at the Chechen terrorist. His pain was poor payment for the deaths he and his criminal gang had caused. A large man stood next to the general, his uniform jacket hung on the back of another chair, his sleeves rolled up. His white shirt was soaked with sweat and spattered with drops of blood.

“He can’t take much more, sir,” he said.

Kadyrov’s face was almost unrecognizable. His lips were split and bleeding. Several of his teeth lay loose on the floor. His remaining eye was blackened and closed. His torso and legs were covered with deep bruises and red welts.

“Has he given you anything, Brezhnev?”

“No, sir. He’s a tough one, he is.”

“I think I can convince him,” Vysotsky said.

He squatted down beside Kadyrov.

“Listen to me very carefully, Zelim.”

Vysotsky leaned close and began whispering in Kadyrov’s ear. Brezhnev couldn’t hear what was being said. A terrible shudder rippled through Kadyrov’s body. He raised his head, as if he could still look at his tormentor.

“No,” he croaked. “You wouldn’t do that.”

“Yes,” Vysotsky said, “I would. I will.”

“I can’t,” Kadyrov said.

“Very well.” Vysotsky stood. “I’m going to leave now. When I come back, you will wish you had never come into this world.”

He started for the door.

“Wait,” Kadyrov rasped, his voice desperate. “Wait, please.”

Vysotsky paused at the door. “You will tell me everything I want to know.”

It wasn’t a question or request.

“Yes, yes, I’ll tell.”

“Good.”

“Water, please.”

“Give him some water, Sergeant.”

Vysotsky waited until Kadyrov had drunk. Then he began asking questions.

Later, after the interrogation was over, Vysotsky and Brezhnev stood outside the cell.

“Comrade General, may I ask a question?”

“You want to know what I said to him, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That animal was with a terrorist group that captured three of our soldiers in Chechnya. I told him I would do to him what he did to them. Cut off his balls and make him eat them, then stuff his dick down his throat. I thought it might get his attention.”

Sergeant Brezhnev watched his superior walk away.

Thank God I’m not his enemy, he thought.

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