“Get up,” Pavel commanded menacingly, removing his knee from the captive’s back.
Serge, still howling, quickly rose to his knees, but couldn't go any further—Pavel wouldn't let him. Only now did Gronin glance at Andrei—the boy was standing over the Armenian's corpse. Even in the firelight, Romanov's face was visible as white as chalk. The Armenian lay on the ground, his glassy eyes staring at his partner. His face was covered in blood and dirt, and the hilt of a knife protruded from the back of his neck.
Gronin turned his attention back to Serge. He found, with some surprise, a pair of plastic handcuffs in one of his pants pockets.
“What luck,” he said unkindly and tightened them on Serge’s arms, and then lifted him to his feet.
Then came a powerful kick to the pelvis, sending Serge fl
