Bab 25: A Taste Of Freedom

(IVANNA)

When Karlen asks if I'd like to take the boat out two days later, I agree eagerly. Being outside the estate means that I can figure out yet another way to escape. I will grab any opportunity that presents itself whole heartedly.

I expect one of those deep-sea fishing boats. Or maybe some sleek speedboat. What I didn't expect is a gigantic 30 meter mega yacht with split level decks and a pool.

On the side are dark tinted windows that hide the interior from prying eyes. Perfect for mafia business, I suppose. The name on the back reads Marina Two.

Great. Even here, I can't escape the Sakharov concept of fate.

"This is your boat?" I ask as he helps me on board.

"No. It is my fathers'. Don't you like it?"

"What's not to like? This is a literal floating five-star hotel."

Karlen chuckles. "Come on, I'll show you around."