With the can still cool in his hand, Boruk raised his head to drink in large gulps. The icy purple liquid flowed down his throat, contrasting sharply with the burning heat of his body, tired from the intense effort and covered in sticky sweat. He closed his eyes briefly, enjoying the cooling sensation that soothed both his thirst and the throbbing in his temples, hammered by his boiling blood.
In the shadows of the corridor, hidden from Boruk’s view, two figures had gathered. Jonathan, a triumphant smile on his lips, slapped Bugrol’s massive fist. “Well done, big guy,” he murmured under his breath, his tone laden with satisfaction.
Bugrol, more reserved, returned Jonathan’s fist-bump. He looked over his shoulder toward the main room, where Boruk continued to gulp down the drink. “He’s drinking it all. Faster than I thought, actually."
Jonathan burst into a contained laugh, stifling the sound in the palm of his hand so as not to betray their presence. "Perfect. Now, we wait, it won't take long to take effect."
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and glanced at his watch. The hands were slowly but inexorably moving towards midnight.
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