Nadya wanted to slit his throat but she had to wait until she had her moment of freedom. She hadn't had noticed that people had begun playing instruments, Nadya shook her tambourine with the rhythm of the music that was being played for her, it was typical gypsy music. After a little bit of shaking the tambourine she started to dance. Her body moving with the rhythm. She was enchanting even without dancing but this could make the cruelest of men turn soft for a moment when they watched her.