"Of course you were, old boy," Pyotr assures him, patting him on the shoulder a second time. "We all were...everyone chipped in, even Saburov and his wife." Although they couldn't have been working too hard, if they still had the energy to steal his daughter while he was distracted...Pyotr pauses for a moment, lips pursed in a painful sneer, before picking back up the thread of the story.

"You really can't imagine the smell...and then afterwards, once the last victim was cured, Andrey and I dragged you off to the Broken Heart to wash and get black-out drunk. You really needed it by then."