Kratoski, maximum security prison (Siberia, Russia)

Mr. Smith stood naked in the exit room, changing his prison uniform for his civilian clothes. He had left his master the privacy of the room to get dressed. The ruddy cheeks of Mr. Smith went inevitably pale as I entered, leading a group of Russian military officers. His weak and submissive tangled with mine.

"Inspector Pitbull!"

"Inspector, may I know the reason of your visit?" the Duke's lawyer asked me.

"Don't play me for a fool. Where the hell is that son of a bitch?" I snarled.

The small room filled with prison guards when Colonel Rosnivov entered the room with five other men.

"Calm down, Pitbull!" exclaimed the Colonel, visibly upset.

"Yes, Inspector, calm down! Listen to the Director," mocked me the lawyer as he stood up from his chair and walked towards me with some with a handful of papers. "Inspector Peter Pitbull, as you know, the Supreme Court decided to extradite the Duke to the UK in exchange for cooperating in the deactivation of some terrorist cells that were created by my client, which now are acting autonomously. I must remind you that you are here to make sure the Duke arrives safely at his castle in Dover, England."

Agent Chang came in and gave the prison director a folder with the documents authorizing both of us to escort the Duke to a plane of the Royal Navy of the United Kingdom.

"Where is the prisoner?"

The door of the room where the Duke Rudolf of von Wolves was opened and his grim voice drifted out, filling the small room with chills.

"My dear inspector Pitbull, it ́s been a long time! Look at you! You still look as cheerful as we first met" he said with a wry smile on his face.

I walked to the barrier of guards separating me from the Duke, who was wearing his characteristic red tuxedo and top hat, and holding his gold cane. He smiled and greeted me, tipping his hat.

"I can't say the same," I sneered, "You look like shit, you bloody bastard. Prison life doesn't agree with you."

"Inspector," interrupted Agent Chang, "Could you come with me for a moment? I need to talk to you."

I turned, glaring at her and unwilling to leave the room. "Inspector Pitbull" she insisted.

I walked to the door as if I was dragging rocks. The Duke's taunting voice following me.

"I'm sorry for your lost, Inspector. I understood that your wife suffered greatly before dying; and also your lovely little twins! How awful."

I stopped in my tracks. A red veil tinted my vision and my heart thundered inside my chest. Rage, pure and simple, turned my blood into molten lava.

"And what about you? Are you still having those beautiful dreams?" the Duke continued, undeterred. "I mean, nightmares."

As if I were possessed by the devil, I sprang pass the barrier of Russian guards and wrapped my hands around the neck of the Duke of Von Wolves. I lifted him off the floor, slammed him against the wall and yelled, "DAMN YOU! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY WIFE?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY FAMILY, YOU SON OF A BITCH?!"

Several guards tried to pry us apart, but I kept my grip on the Duke's neck; his sick, twisted smile of pleasure filling my vision.