<div style="text-align: justify;">"Not nervous?" A broken laugh escaped her lips. <span style="font-style: italic">Not nervous?!</span> "Who let <span style="font-style: italic">you</span> interrogate good people if you can't even tell when they're nervous? Pfff, some inquisitor you are. I am <span style="font-style: italic">not</span> 'Nadya', and I'm not going against the law, either! You're the one keeping someone innocent without proof for anything!" Nadya's shrill voice was tinged with anger. She concentrated deeply about appearing betrayed and confused and stared stiffly at the black-clad woman. The handcuffs were gnawing deeply into her blue-white skin.<br/><br/>It became the mocking eyes, staring back into hers, that broke the contact first. Unfortunately, this tiny triumph did not last long, as it looked like the only reason the woman gave up was that she felt more like opening the door and give a couple of orders to a guard, who was standing outside. Nadya could only partially hear what she was saying, but it wasn't too difficult guessing the rest.<br/><br/>The knife sliding over her cheek was sharp that she almost did not feel it, until a fat drop of blood rolled down her skin. Nadya let out a little hiss of pain.<br/><br/>"How dare you?! I'm innocent, I'm telling you! I don't know who Nadya is!" She yelled and stomped her foot as hard as she could.</div>