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I don’t think this man knows Alek’s father, or I wouldn’t be alive right now. But not willing to take the chance, I shake my head and lie, “I don’t remember.”
I can see he doesn’t believe me, but he doesn’t push the subject. “You American? Didn’t find passport.”
Shit!
The hotel. I hope they still have my belongings.
“Politsiyawill come,” he mentions, his eyes watching me like a hawk.
The police? Oh, crap. What do I tell them?
My heartbeat speeds up, and my anxiety spikes high again.
If I tell them the truth, what will happen?
They’ll probably open a case, and the bratva will find out I’m alive.
Alek’s father will try to kill me again.
That can’t happen!
I’ll just pretend I don’t remember anything. I just want to go home.
“How long have I been here?” I think to ask.
“Three weeks,” he answers.
God, that’s long.
But then, there were also the weeks I was held captive.
“What’s the date?”
“February 24th.”
Holy crap!
I struggle to make the calculation, and when I realize it’s been almost three months since I was taken, I feel physically ill.
I’ll need my passport to get home. And my personal belongings. What are the chances of the hotel keeping my stuff for three months?
We’re interrupted by a nurse coming into the room. Her accent isn’t as thick as the old man’s when she asks, “How are you feeling?”
How do I feel?
There are no words. My emotions are all over the place.
I struggle to keep the horror of the trauma I suffered from overwhelming me.
Unable to answer truthfully, I lie, “I feel okay.”
She checks my vitals, then says, “You had three bullet wounds, a urinary tract infection, and were severely malnourished.” She pats my forearm before checking the IV to make sure I’m getting whatever medication they’re giving me. “The infection is gone, and you’ve managed to gain weight. The doctor will come to see you during his rounds.”
She glances at the old man and says something to him in Russian. He nods and leaves the room.
“Mr. Vlasov is a nice man. He’s been worried and checking in on you every day.”
Mr. Vlasov. I need to thank him.
