In another apartment, not in any way close to the Ivanov estate. David stood in front of the bathroom's mirror, glancing at his reflection. He felt so weak and tired. He had dark circles under his eyes since he was unable to have any rest at all. He spent the whole night puking into the sink whenever that scene replayed in his head.
He thought of it again and gagged. He vomited into the sink again and rinsed off his mouth.
"Fuck!" He yelled, slamming his hand over the sink.
A soft grunt came from the room. He turned around and burst into the room, seeing Fabio lying naked on the bed. He slowly sat up, rubbing his head, which was aching as hell.
He slowly looked around. The unfamiliar room, the light curtain dancing with the wind and David standing by the bathroom door. He got even more confused but he was a hundred percent sure that he wasn't at the Ivanov mansion.
"Where are we?" He asked.
