Chapter 165 Tatjana: Kidnapped!

• Located in the cheap, industrial quarter of the city of Velgarin, Egor was pacing in the musty-smelling little room he had rented.
• From the outside, Hotel Vetra looked like a relic of another era—its cracked concrete facade streaked with decades of grime, a faded blue sign clinging to rusting metal brackets above the entryway. Three flickering letters remained lit at night, and the front steps were slightly uneven, worn down by years of use and neglect.
• Inside, the air smelled faintly of old tobacco, boiled cabbage, and floor polish. The front desk was manned by an elderly woman named Mira, who wore a woollen vest year-round and kept the room keys hanging from a pegboard behind her. Check-in was done in a thick, spiral notebook with handwritten names and passport numbers scrawled in blue ink.