124 A month

Linda clenched her fists, her frustration growing with each passing moment. She glared at Vladimir, her eyes flashing with anger. "This isn't going to make me stay," she insisted, tossing the pictures to the ground. "You should open the door and let me out." But Vladimir remained resolute, shaking his head firmly. "You are staying for a month. After a month, you can decide for yourself if you want to go or not." Frustrated, Linda turned away and resumed banging on the door, hoping that someone would hear her and come to her rescue. However, her efforts were in vain as the door remained firmly shut. Suddenly, she felt strong hands gripping her arms, lifting her off the ground. She struggled against their hold, kicking and thrashing in a desperate attempt to break free. "Let me go!" she screamed, her voice filled with fury. "Don't you dare touch me!" Despite her protests, the men carried her over to the couch and forcefully seated her. Linda glared daggers at them, her