- Your mother!
If Andrei had previously felt a mixture of fear, courage, and adrenaline, now he was downright angry. His first thought was to give his brother a good punch and leave him, but he couldn't do that.
“Igor, we have to get out, otherwise it’s the end for both of us,” Andrey began, but Igor didn’t react.
Then Andrey began to shake him and hit him in the face with his palm.
- Igor, your mother! They'll kill us because of you!
After a couple of hard slaps, something seemed to flicker in Igor's eyes. He shook his head and looked pitifully at Andrey.
“I’m not ready for this,” he mumbled. “I don’t want to die. I don’t want… I’m not ready…”
"If you sit here and whine, you'll probably die!" Andrey shouted, his voice breaking. "Get up, we need to..."
The bullets whistled so close
