Читать книгу The Way to Dehradun. A detective adventure story - Tatiana Sokoloff - Страница 8

Roman woke up to the sound of the door opening. An Indian girl brought him a tray of food, several bottles of drinking water and a bucket that was supposed to serve as a toilet. Roman was terribly hungry. He broke off a piece of flatbread, dipping it in some kind of sauce.

The girl immediately disappeared, and the door was locked again. There were no windows in the room. The only way to escape was through the door, which was always locked.

Roman began to analyze why he got into such a situation. What did he do wrong?

He should have called Oksana Fyodorovna or contacted a representative of the clinic in Dehradun, because he had these contacts.

“I wanted to solve everything on my own, without bothering anyone, and here is the result.

The situation is not only unpleasant, but it is unclear how it will end for me at all.

Mom’s probably going crazy. I texted her that I had arrived safely, but I didn’t tell her that I had arrived at the hotel.”

There was some noise outside the door and a conversation in Hindi. Probably, the people outside the door were arguing about something, their voices were irritated. Roman distinguished the voices of three men.

Then he heard a conversation in English, understood some individual words and put together a phrase from them: “The client is ready to fly.”

It remained a mystery who the client was and where he was ready to fly.

“They’re probably already looking for me. After all, I didn’t show up at the hotel and the next day at the clinic. Oksana Fyodorovna and Yana will not just leave this situation. For now, I’ll try to calm down and wait. They will definitely find me,” Roman repeated several times in his mind.

Then the door opened, and a young man, apparently a doctor or a medical brother, came in with medical devices for blood collection. Roman began to resist, but the man glared at him so fiercely that he realized it was pointless to resist.

After taking the blood, he strained:

– Don’t worry, everything will be fine, – and quickly went out the door.

Roman didn’t like it very much.

Why did they take his blood? What will they do with her?

He wanted to go home to his mother. He imagined her peacefully busying herself in the kitchen, baking her signature apple pie. Roman was usually sitting at his laptop or reading his favorite fiction at this time.

“Is this really the end? No, I have to believe that they will save me, they will definitely save me.”

The room was stuffy. Roman sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall, and began to cry softly.