And finally - finally! - He put Victoria to her feet and stepped aside. She angrily tore the bag from his head and looked around quickly. She was in shabby furnished bedroom. The fire was a fire. There stood a short wooden chair and sofa. A jug of water and a basin. A tray with food and wine on a little table. Victoria quickly turned to a heavy wooden door and saw that she rose. She rushed to the door, but when he heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, I realized that it was locked. She felt even worse when she saw laid on the bed of her own dresses.