He released my wrists, pulling out a walkie talkie, speaking rapid Russian into the receiver.
Basically he said; "Sinister, I'm going crazy man. Please, let me switch out with someone, anyone. I'm literally going to kill myself."
There was no response.
I frowned, clearing my throat "excuse me? Mom? Yeah, I speak Russian."
He slowly lowered the walkie, his face covered with annoyance.
I pouted, pulling the hood over my oversized sweatshirt that said "f**k You"
It was actually one of Sinisters plain white sweatshirts, but I was feeling creative and wrote "f**k you" in sharpie
Mom glanced at me and frowned, "aren't you supposed to be like a p********e or something?"
Ah, he must be referring to my unwashed hair piled high into a messy pony tail, lack of makeup,oversized sweatshirt and
