He turned his head and saw a boot land softly on the concrete floor of the building. Then another boot.
“Come in, my friend. Walk to the second floor,” Sasha spoke quietly, but when the guy didn’t immediately comply, he quickly added, shouting, “Hurry up, you bastard!”
“Who are you?” Sasha said when they were upstairs.
“And who are you?”
Sasha kicked his new acquaintance in the knee with his swift, strong foot and followed it with a punch to the forehead. That’s where he aimed — right to the forehead.
The guy fell and, pushing with his long legs, slid on his bum into a corner. Sasha picked up a heavy piece of brick.
“If you’re not polite, I’ll throw this brick at you,” he warned. He tossed the brick in his hand. “Who are you?” Sasha repeated his question.
A person.
“Catch this, per
