Tea interrupted

She could hear the men talk in the adjacent room as they were trying to open the safe. She could hear them but she didn't understand a word. What language was that? Bulgarian? Slovak? Definitely eastern Europe. One voice sounded soft and deliberate, taking long pauses. The other one was more agitated, rattling on impatiently. But after about a minute, the quiet man uttered one word, sternly, and there was silence.

Virgina's shoulders ached. Her wrists were tied and crossed high up between her shoulder blades. She looked at her grandmother across the table. Fortunately, the older woman had not been tied as elaborately. She was just bound to her chair, her hands tied behind its back.
Where she felt the urge to fight the ropes even while she knew it to be futile, her Grandmother seemed resigned.

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