After the restaurant he and Yesenia arrived at the hotel. Yesenia was very shy and kept covering her face with her hood. They went up to the room, drank whiskey and relaxed together in the hot tub. Solomon was not without delight in remembering luscious form and the unique whiteness of Yesenia body. Then they had another drink each. For this, Yesenia got out of the Jacuzzi and captivating Solomon with her naked body went into the room for another portion of whiskey. Then they slowly danced in embrace by the fireplace....
He woke up to the ringing of his cell phone. Yesenia was not around.
"Turn on the screen, Solomon," came a message from Yersinia.
The screen lit up and Solomon saw Yesenia's frightened face. She was tied to a chair, her mouth stuffed with a rag.
– As you can see, I have your bird in my hands. And on how you will obey me depends her future fate.
Yersinia in the mask of Death was dictating her will.
– Don't touch her! I'll do whatever you want! – Solomon shouted into the phone.
– I don't doubt it. In the meantime, don't you dare call for help, or you'll get your Yesenia in pieces. Then they ordered to get dressed, leave the room, go down to the basement and open the door in the far corner. Solomon obediently carried out all orders. Suddenly, strong hands grabbed him and threw a bag over his head. Solomon felt something injected, after which he lost consciousness …
Through the cracks in the door a meager light penetrated and gradually Solomon's eyes made out a room filled with sacks everywhere. Solomon felt a slight rocking and heard the splash of water.
"I'm sailing on ship, but where to?"
Solomon looked around for a sharp object, but saw nothing.
The ship continued to sail. Solomon knew that every minute was precious. The longer the ship sailed, the less chance he had of salvation. He began to roll around on the floor, but stumbled over bags of groceries.
What could be in the food pantry with which to untie this plastic noose on his arms?
"Boxes!" – he thought.
It remained to find them. He rolled across the floor again, now in a different direction. Bags, more bags. Suddenly there was a clang of bottles. It was a whole crate of bottles.
"A bottle is just what I need."
He was able to pull one bottle out of the drawer.
“I have to break it in such a way that it doesn't make any noise. After all, security will come running to the noise and then "goodbye freedom."
Solomon rolled to the door and listened. No one seemed to be there. The pantry's iron door was securely locked, and the guards knew he couldn't get out. He must break the bottle. Yes, there will be noise, but there is no other way, bottles have never been broken without noise. He will have to take the risk.
And suddenly, he remembered. A lighter! He wasn't a smoker, of course, but this lighter had been presented to him just yesterday evening in "Sherlock Holmes" restaurant as a souvenir. It had a picture of the Conan Doyle hero with a pipe in his hands. Solomon was very glad to get such a present, because from his early youth Holmes was his favorite character. Now he carried the lighter in his pants pocket. He only had to get it out. But how?
"I have to get him out of my pocket at all costs."
Solomon assumed the "candle posture" and began to shake. But to no avail. Another effort. A cell phone fell out of his pocket. Another effort, and, fortunately, the lighter was on the floor. Solomon lay back and took a breath. Then he fumbled for a lighter and was able to light it. Flames began to lick his fingers, burning his skin. The pain became more and more unbearable, but Solomon continued to burn, for he understood that a plastic handcuff was being burned along with his fingers. Another effort. His fingers unclenched in terrible pain. Maybe it's better to break the bottle? But then there is a danger that, having cut off the plastic, he will cut his fingers. In addition, he will make a lot of noise, because it is not a fact that his guards are far from the door. I must try the lighter again. This time he did it much harder, his fingers cramping in pain. Come on, dear Sherlock Holmes, help your admirer!
The plastic burst quite unexpectedly, and just as suddenly, Solomon's hands were released. Solomon quickly set fire to the plastic on his legs and jumped up. Now we need to make noise, now let the guards come running. He grabbed the necks of two bottles at once and made a noisy uproar. Quick footsteps were immediately heard outside the door. Now let them in, now he is armed and dangerous. Solomon stood by the door with the two remains of the bottle. The bolt creaked. In the next instant, light and fresh air burst into the pantry. The guard stepped inside. Solomon could only make out the figure of a strongly built guy. In the next moment, he pounced on him from behind, driving the broken glass with all his might into his neck and throat. Then he pushed him forward and jumped on to the deck.
The ship sailed along the Thames, and all around were such familiar views of London. There was no time to look and loud voices were heard from above. Solomon stepped over the side and jumped into the river. As he was about to dive, he remembered the whirlpools and strong undercurrents that Yesenia had warned him about. Would he have drowned in this famous river after such a successful release? Solomon gathered his strength and swam to the shore without emerging from the water. He swam well and soon found a sandy bottom under his feet. He quickly reached the shore and only now felt how cold the water in the Thames was.
The ship he jumped from reached the bridge and slowed down. River police boats barred his way with a howl.
Solomon rummaged through his pockets. That cell phone is gone. He left it on the ship. That's why the police are focusing on the ship, and he is standing wet on the shore. Was all his efforts in vain? The police were already coming to the rescue.
"No not in vain!" – thought Solomon and strode forward with determination.
The “Eye of London” was spinning overhead. Solomon went out to the quay and, without paying attention to the stares of passers-by, entered a red telephone booth and began to dial Yesenia number from memory. Not the one she had given him on the first day of his arrival, which of course he did not remember. He dialed Yesenia's exact second phone number, where the last digits matched his date of birth.
–Hello! Who is this?
It was Yesenia. So, nothing happened to her, she's out there and she's fine.
– It's me, Solomon.
–Solomon! Where are you?
–I was kidnapped, but I managed to escape.
There was a pause, during which Solomon tried to guess the expression on Yesenia's face. Either she was amazed or annoyed.
– Yesenia! Admit it, you were used as bait to kidnap me, weren't you?
– Wait, Solomon, don't jump to conclusions. I'll explain everything to you now.
– There's nothing to explain. It's all clear.
– Solomon! Where are you?
– At the “Eye of London”.
– Don't go anywhere. I'll be right there.
Solomon hung up the phone and went to the café across the street. No one was there at that hour. He walked to the bar, soaking wet.
– Sir, are you all right? – the barman asked him, astonished at his appearance.
– I'm fine, I want whiskey,– Solomon said, and to make it more convincing he took a wet fifty pound bill.
The barman poured it for him. Solomon emptied it in a gulp took another and sat down at a table by the window – an excellent vantage point.
There were few people willing to ride the “London Eye” at this hour, and the booths went up mostly empty.
The pain of his burnt fingers prevented Solomon from holding his glass, but the whiskey warmed and cheered him up.
A silver Golf drove up. Yesenia got out first. Carlos appeared behind her. They looked around. Carlos gestured to Yesenia at the entrance of the “London Eye” and walked in the opposite direction.
Solomon jumped out of his hiding place, ran up behind Yesenia, grabbed her arm and pushed her into an empty cabin. Carlos saw this and rushed in their direction, but it was too late – the cabin went up. Solomon leaned Yesenia against the transparent wall and stared at her frantically.
– You lied to me! You lied to me from the first moment you met me! You lied and pretended!
– Wait, Solomon, let me explain!
– You lied to me and went to bed with me!
Yesenia looked down and saw Carlos, who was rushing around in a helpless rage, draw his gun.
– Let go of me! – she screamed.
But it was too late. The shots rang out. Solomon grabbed Yesenia and dragged her to the floor, but he could not save her. Without support from the crumbling wall of the cabin, Yesenia's shot body collapsed, slipped out of his hands, and fell out.
Solomon remained on the floor. From below you could hear the shouts of the crowd and the sirens of the police cars approaching…
Solomon went down to the hotel lobby. The doorman wheeled his suitcase behind him.
– The check out, please, – said Solomon.
– Don't trouble yourself, sir. It's all paid for, – replied the porter.
– May I ask by whom?
– The hotel management, – she replied, and added in a frank tone, -I'm sorry you're leaving us so sad, sir.
– Personally, Miss, you will bring me only good memories, – answered Solomon.
The girl blushed a grateful smile.
– Aren't we all worthy of your fond memories? – Mr. Spencer approached.
Solomon glanced at the hotel staff. Waiters, porters, maids, elevators, footmen – all lined up in the lobby.
After the past events Solomon spent a week in the hotel for rehabilitation under medical supervision. All this time, the staff at the hotel treated him with increased attention, constantly surrounding him with heartfelt care.