- Would you sit down? – the sadist ordered.
Vestigo Inani looked for a comfortable place on the straw (first-class straw, set in layers and mixed with styrofoam which, evidently, was used to muffle the internal noise produced by a certain kind of cargo).
He was looking at the revolver as one looks at a stern father. Ready to rebel, but unsure of the timing (and the means). And as if facing a stern father, he was dreaming of an unexpected and indefinite freedom. Total freedom. Irresponsible. Selfish. Just like the freedom he had dreamed of as a child and, he thought, he even enjoyed sometimes.
-And this would be the assassin? – the sadist asked the Chinaman.
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