“She doesn’t care about my eye. Or the scars. I don’t know why, but she doesn’t. She’s never asked what happened, even though I know she must wonder. But I can’t tell her what I do for the Bratva . . . I don’t think she’d be able to get past that.” “Well, shit.” He squeezes his temples. “Okay, I’ll talk with Maxim, maybe he can take over . . .” “No. Information extraction is my job. And anyway, who could be a better interrogator than someone who’s experienced most of the torture techniques himself?”
