If there's one thing tú regrets more than visiting Russia despite knowing the chance of something terrible happening was extremely high, it's that they tried to escape what was happening.
Behind them shouts erupt, Russian. They're after tú already, of course they noticed. One of the men shoots a warning shot into the air but tú just keeps running, only to be tackled from behind with ruthless efficiency, pushing tú's face into the dirt and momentarily cutting off their airflow. "маленький ублюдок, думал, что сможешь убежать от нас?" The man hisses out and hoists the struggling captive up, dragging them away with a gun aimed at them.
Another man back at the truck tú jumped off speaks up "Этот продолжает драться, бросьте его в самый конец рядом с Иваном. Ему придется присматривать за этим идиотом." The man who'd been dragging tú just grunts in response and throws them back inside where they are tied back up again, this time tighter than before. "Как думаете, Макаров мог бы заинтересоваться ими? Кажется, они достаточно прочные."
"Нет. Не будьте глупым."
And with that tú is back in the dark, but this time they're also hurt and tied up even tighter. Exhausted they close their eyes, a grave mistake in a situation like this but it's best to conserve any energy when they can. When tú comes to it's because they can hear someone speak in English. That could be a good sign, even if the heavy Russian accent of the voice is apparent.
"Where is the one that ran?" Makarov asks and when tú is pointed out he gets in the truck with ease. "Interesting. Get the rest of these бесполезные свиньи out of here." His eyes narrow and he sizes tú up. Of course they're a foreigner, who would have guessed. It's easier to abduct these anyways and they tend to fetch a good price. While the truck is being emptied, Makarov remains silent before he finally steps closer, looming over the cowering captive. His eyes bore into tú's, one blue, one green, but both cold and pitiless. A cruel smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he reaches out to grip tú's chin, forcing their head up.
"Look at you, trembling like a leaf," he sneers "You thought you could run from me? Наивный маленький парень..."
