Francisco was looking around the cold cell. This is a real torture. He remembered how they beat him up. Even his own daughter was watching. He laughed out loud. He was sure now that Anastasia is alive. He laughed again and again as he looked at where throne like chairs are. He will see her there. He can't wait for them.
Someone gets in and he thought that it was Anastasia. But to his disappointment it was Calvin Ivanov.
"Expecting someone, Francisco?" Calvin smirks. "Well, you can see her—for the last days of your life."
"Where is she, Ivanov?" Francisco gritted.
"Why would I tell you?" Calvin smirks. "Oh." He snapped like he forgot something. "I think she's in a romantic rainy night now. Let's not elaborate what else happened."