Alexei saunters over. “Where did you pick these up?” He waves one of the tightly wrapped kilos in front of the strung up man’s face. “No answer? Let’s start with the clues…” Alexei pulls out a long knife. “I want to teach you words. V is for violence.” He lunges forward and drags the tip of his blade from the left shoulder to the middle of the chest. Then, from the right side, to meet his mark in the middle.
