“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “It’s not you, Roman.” “I know.” I reach out to place my palm on her cheek and brush away the tear. “I’m going to kill him, malysh. It’s going to be slow, and it’s going to be painful. Just give me his name.” “No.” “I’m not asking. Give me his fucking name.” “I said no. I’m not making anyone a murderer.” “Too late for that, Nina. The name.”
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