Chapter 33. Losing His Cool

"It has been three days, almost four! I don't fucking care Darko, gather our men. We've tried everything, looked everywhere. One of them must be a snitch." Yegor stands up and runs his fingers through his hair in frustration.

He has been slowly breaking apart since the first day they found out she was missing. That day Nail called when he kept on waiting for her at the parking lot after her office hour. Somehow he knows that she had been taken, it was all too quiet. He didn't know how, but he knew.

And he was right.

All kinds of scenarios were playing in his mind, honestly, he didn't want to know how she has been surviving to that day. He knows she's an agent, he knows she's tough, and it scares him even more.

The things that Nestor can do to her, he couldn't even start to imagine.

"They would send her remains if she's dead, I know she's still alive." He groaned stressing out more, wanting to find her quicker.

Yegor knows for sure that