Gustav opened his eyes with difficulty. Through the noise in his head and the cotton wool in his eyes, he couldn't see clearly and couldn't grasp reality, but he felt that something was wrong.
The interior where he was was dark and....
Uh, he felt nauseous. He couldn't see well, He felt like someone had drugged him with some kind of drugs.
He groaned, probably. He wasn't sure.
"Are you alive?" he heard a mocking question. He recognized the voice.
"Julius?" the word struggled to pass his lips. He had the feeling that this mouth, this throat, was not his.
"Yeah... Before you start asking... we were abducted."
"What, are you kidding?"
Gustav tried to move, to snatch himself from his seat, just then he noticed two things - he was lying down, and with a sudden movement his head throbbed so that he could not get up.
"Damn!"
