They closed the door and turned the light on, making her squint her eyes.
Once she got used to the light, she opened her eyes to see a man she presumed was in his early twenties with tattoos down his arms and all over his neck. He had a smoke in his arm and wore one eye patch.
"What are you crying for?" He bent down on her level to ask her.
Petra didn't say anything and avoided eye contact with him. He grabbed her face roughly to look at her. "Answer my damn question," he said sternly, still holding his face.
"Let her be Rusev; you don't want the boss coming in to see you holding her like she is your prisoner!" Another voice echoes behind her.
Petra heard another person speak and the man she had just learned was Rusev left her alone, and she was able to look at the other one.
