Sweet poison
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Nadia's POV
I got to the room she was asked to wait in, she sat on the floor In a corner of the room looking scared and clinging to her needs, she let out a sigh of relief as soon as I walked in.
Beyond the heavy makeup and wig she had on, one could see that she was looking for malnutrition and sickness.
“How are you?” I asked her in Russian.
“I'm hungry,” she said, her face looking pale.
“I will have someone send you something to eat”
“Are they going to kill me”
“Do they have any reason to?” I asked,
“I don't want to go back to stay there, I will rather die than to go back there”
“Do you know where your mother is?”