Time: 10:22. Location: Oleksandr Onyshchenko's home.
11 days until the honey festival.
Alikhan struggles and jerks like a salmon pulled out of the water. From the mouth of the young blond slips strands of saliva down to his chin. Tries to stick his fingers between the fiber cable to free himself, but all he manages to do is scratch his throat. He kicks and one of his feet pushes the table a few inches. His intense, bloodshot eyes gradually lose luster and begin to look cloudy and glassy. The strength drains and his whole being weakens.
"Let him go, Mariana" Oleksandr orders with a neutral countenance.
Instantly the fiber cable is withdrawn and Alikhan falls sideways on the floor, coughing, and clutching his neck, choking on the air that enters his throat reddened and scarred by the line of the strangling cable.
