Though Raisa wanted to talk, Leo’s body language was set against it. He’d not spoken since being manhandled into the cell. On the other side of the room, Karoly lay sprawled on the bedding, his eyes closed. His leg had been injured during his capture. Breaking the silence, Raisa said:
– Leo, I’m sorry.
Leo looked up at her:
– I made one mistake, Raisa. I should’ve told you about Zoya. I should’ve told you about her holding the knife over me.
Still lying down, his eyes closed, Karoly interjected:
– The daughter we’re trying to rescue, she stands over you with a knife?
Karoly opened an eye, looking at Raisa, then at Leo.
Leo lowered his voice, trying to cut Karoly out of the conversation:
– The only way we’re going to escape is if we trust each other.
Raisa nodded:
– Trust is not going to break us out of this room.
Leo asked:
– Do you have any idea how we’re going to get Zoya out of here?
– She’s in love.
Leo pulled back in surprise:
– In love with who?
– A vory, he’s young-the same age as her, his name is Malysh.
– That boy is a murderer. I watched him kill the patriarch. He decapitated a seventy-five-year-old man with a length of wire.
Karoly sat up:
– They sound like a good match.
Raisa took hold of Leo’s hands:
– Malysh might be our only hope.