Hannah's POV:
When the cops said that they were going to release me, I expected that they would just let me go. But I was wrong! They were taking me in a private jet to some unknown location which the cops refused to tell me no matter how many times I asked them.
At least they stopped cuffing my hands. It was very good to feel my hands again. Still, there were red marks on my wrists on where my hands were tied up.
I didn't know when I fell asleep on my seat, but when I woke up, the plane had already landed up in some unknown location. Matthew came to my seat and handed over something that looked like winter clothes to me. I struggled to understand why I would have to wear this brown fur coat.
"I don't need this," I said blankly, to which Matthew frowned.
"It is going to be cold outside! Just wear this and come outside," he said.
"What?" I shouted out. "Where the hell are we now?"
"We are in Moscow—"
