There wasn't much of a headache when Misha regained consciousness. There were traces of blood when he wiped his face, but whatever injuries were sustained had already healed.
He rolled off a cot to his feet to get a look at where he was. Which looked like some sort of hamster cube filled with items to keep him occupied. Sylvie was nowhere in sight.
His training kicked in to send him through the motions of checking the walls and door for weaknesses that could be used to get out of the room.
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