Lionel and Molokov. The two people Anatoly hated most and here they both were, quite clearly working together. What their nefarious purpose was, he could only begin to imagine. One thing was certain - this boded ill for him and his chance of survival.

He grit his teeth and bit his tongue rather than cry out from the abuse of his back. It was foolish, but he was damned if he would get either man the satisfaction. He'd come a long way from the withdrawn wreck he'd been when he came here. They'd see how strong he was.