"Good," Sidor said, his voice flat. "We can start there. Let there be no more delays." The Russian Haunt moved towards the door they'd come in from. Right now, he wanted to get the group out of Anton's control before someone made the mistake of sneezing at the wrong time and getting beheaded. He was not going to watch his Clan put through a meatgrinder just for the pleasure of another. Particularly not someone who was supposed to serve the Clan.