Perspective of Olivia.

''Is that all?'' asked man with cold indifference, taking a seat behind the massive dark wood desk.

I felt that my throat was dry. I swallowed slaver a little louder than I wanted, feeling the growing fear.

''That's all I managed to get. They secured the servers...'' I gave up the translation when he raised his hand, commanding me silence. Why am I silent? I wanted to add something more, but I wasn't able to open my mouth.

I couldn't make any move, so I just sat there and watched him brush away the greasy, graying hair from his forehead and reach into the desk drawer for a new bottle of Scotch whiskey.

''You know... I've put great hopes in you.'' he confessed, pouring himself a drink into a glass. ''You were the smallest posture of all the candidates, but I saw something in you... Aggressiveness, intelligence, a characteristic gleam in the eye... "He paused to take a sip of an amber substance. He winced slightly, then continued. ''It all made me see in you a person with the potential for a perfect killer. I thought that after our training you can stand out.''

I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, when kidnapping, all of these tortures, forcing us to fight among ourselves and stuffing newer versions of the serum, he called "training".

Still, I was in the order of readiness, so I was just sitting there and listening to the speech of this psychic asshole.

"However, I didn't predict, that after receiving the serum, when you will be able to change it to unconditional obedience... You will become boring.'' He smiled halfheartedly, then got up from the swivel chair and slowly walked around the desk. ''Your skills with other soldiers are simply weak. You seem quite agile and your small growth can often be turned into an advantage, but it's not enough.''

Standing with his back to me, and thus covering his safe with his body, he opened it and pulled out a pile of sheets of paper that he threw on the desk.

''I sent one of the other soldiers after you. After you left, he arranged for everyone who was your obstacle to go much further and get all the information I needed.'' He growled in anger, then took my chin between his two fingers, forcing me to look at him. "What you brought is not even half of what he was managed to get.''

I let out a breath of relief when he finally let me go. He went to the huge door, which I got here only a few minutes ago.

''Believe me, I would like to do something else with you... We packed so much serum in you... But you're just useless.''

I froze at these words. I wanted to shout, tell him what I think, kill all of those who will stand in my way, and then escape from this horrible place, even if I would have to cross all Siberia on foot.

He opened the door, through which two guards came in. He showed them me with a nod, and then gave the order:

''Kill her. Get rid of the body in the mountains.''

As they moved in my direction to intercept me, I felt a sudden surge of rage. Blood was boiling in my veins. Suddenly all the brakes disappeared - no command mode existed anymore, the serum didn't block me.

I stood up violently from the chair - it didn't surprise them, and one of them was about to sell me a good blow, which I blocked in time. Without waiting for his next move, I kicked him in the crotch and struck my elbow in the face.

He was probably not prepared for that. That's only the conclusion I get after his lying down and holding on to the blood spurting from his nose...

I felt the intense gaze of the boss all this company when I fought the other guard. If he wants to liquidate me, why isn't he going to call for more of them?

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the second guard rise from the floor and pull the gun out of his holster. I pushed the one I was currently fighting with, shielding myself with his body, and the shot wounded him straight in the chest. I kicked him with all my strength in the back so that he would just fall to the ground as quickly as possible and then I got to the other. The next shot fell perfectly when I covered the gun barrel with my hand - the bullet stuck in it, and I screamed in pain, at the same time thanking God that caliber wasn't big enough and the projectile didn't pierce the hand through it, and then hit it straight in my head.

Thanks to the serum the pain became only an information that I was able to ignore, so after firing I didn't take my hand from the gun - instead, I tore the weapon from the guard's hand. I didn't shoot him, I was too trembling - I hit him with all my strength on the temple. He lost consciousness.

I wanted to move towards the door and kill the person responsible for all my suffering when I heard the first of ten damned words everyone hates here.

''Wish!''

I stopped in a half step.

''Rusty.''

I parted my lips, breathing heavily.

''Seventeen.''

''No!'' I shouted.

''Dawn.''

The weapon fell out of my bloody hand.

''Oven... Nine... Charity...''

I fell to my knees. I grabbed my head, screaming loudly. But still everything I heard was he...

''Return home... One... A freight wagon.''

At that moment, I lost control not only over my own body but also over my mind.

''I changed my mind... I think you can still be used... '' are the last words I hear.