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6: White Silk, Black Chains

Author: A.H. Hassan
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-15 14:52:52

Anya’s POV

Lev opens the car door and the old air hits my face.

He pushes me into the back seat of a big black SUV and I fall onto the leather seat, the door shuts hard.

Click. The locks go down.

I pull the handle. Nothing happens. No way out.

The windows are dark. I see only shadows of snow outside.

The car starts and we move.

My cheek still burns from the slap, Nikolai’s slap. I touch it. It is hot.

I ask Lev, “Where is the dacha?”

He sits in front but says nothing to my question. He looks straight like I had not spoken.

The drive feels long and I am already tired. Still can’t believe my jerk of a father sold me to Nikolai Morozov, a pakhan.

I watch the snow hits the glass, making soft taps.

My hands shake in my lap.

The car suddenly slows. Iron gates which I did not know we have approached open slow.

Tall. Black. Guards stand with rifles. Two big dogs bark once. Then quiet.

We drive on a long path. Snow crunches under the tires.

They were trees all around. Silver birch. White bark
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