Lebedev Mansion
"I almost got the woman!” Screaming agonizingly, the man cupped his bloody lips.
"Vot eto pizdets. That’s the word. Almost! Almost! But you didn’t. You came empty-handed!” The seething voice of Albert Lebedev screamed as he blew another punch against the man’s stomach. The man crumpled down, spitting blood on the floor as he braced himself for another rain of blows. "Get your f*****g ass out of here mudak or Idi na hui. Go!” The man was livid, seeing red when his snooper was unable to bring in the woman.
Sprinting like a lost dog, the man rushed to the door, flying as he went; painfully gasping for air.
Rounding his table, he reached for his Boston crystal goblet filled with wine, chugging it before furiously catapulting it onto the wall. The crashing sounds permeated
