章節 165: Going Into Hyperspace

No, it's just impossible that Giorgio Fiorelli, the head of J. Acutti, could do that to Andrzej. But then where did he get all these unpleasant symptoms?

Andrzej Nowicki began to assess his situation.

The drug (if he was actually given something) worked well. The burning organ was beginning to beg for satisfaction, but Andrzej could not let any stranger touch him. He should have left the room, but his legs were too weak to take more than ten steps. Fiorelli will just come out after him and pull him back. Even if someone notices them, he will pretend that his friend has drunk too much. If it went on like this, Nowicki would become defenseless, at the grace and disfavor of the Italian, and he had a vague feeling that he did not want to get to know this grace at all. He wanted to shake him up, ask him directly what he had done to him, but he felt too physically insecure to risk a confrontation. He was ashamed to admit that he had to flee. Yes, but where?