Chapitre 19: The Bastard Had Other Talents

"Ouch." I winced when the cold water from the showers came in contact with my bruised wrists. The bastard was good with ropes, I'll give him that, but more than that he had some impressive skills.

I took a look at the bathroom which could just barely fit three people. It had a shower and a toilet, a sink was a luxury that Ferrari didn't provide.

But what impressed me was when he told me that this entire cabin was built from scratch by him.

"This place is crappy as hell, I'm surprised the Russians are so stingy with their safe houses." I said as he lead me to the obvious bathroom. There were only two rooms in this place, the bathroom and the room we were in.

Then, some sort of cubicle that I assumed was the kitchen.

"Don't worry, I'll make the next one more to your liking."

"Next one?" I gagged, he chuckled and pried the door open to the bathroom. "I'll go get a towel…"