Author's P. O. V
Satisfied with what he had said, Vasily turned his attention to Zorislav, who he had tied to a chair, with a gag over his mouth. He gestured to one of his men to take off the gag, so they could talk.
"Aaaah!" Zorislav breathed through his mouth once the gag was taken off.
"How dare you treat me like this? You fucking runt! After everything I've done for you!" Zorislav raised his voice, whilst he violently struggled to get free.
Vasily waved his hand, dismissing his men. He poured his attention to Zorislav, neatly crossing one leg over the other. "So, tell me, what dirt do you have on Alessander's little lover, that made you ask for seventy million?"
Zorislav retained his angry expression, "I don't know what you're talking-"
