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He awoke in darkness, feeling something like straw beneath his hands; the burning odor of urine assaulted his sense of smell, along with his eyes as they began to tear. It was definitely an animal and not human.
"What sort of cage was he in, and how did he get here?" The Russian asked himself. The last thing he remembered was being set upon by a band of thugs while on the outskirts of New Delhi.
A low rumble... that of a large cat came out of the darkness in front of him, perhaps a few feet away and Illya froze in place; not that it would do him much good if the beast decided to strike. Either way he would eventually be a dead man if it was indeed a big cat. Since he presumed he was still in India, his guess was that it was a tiger.
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