“What’s the damage?” I ask.
“Nicked lung and internal bleeding. They patched you up. Doctor says you should be good as new in a month.”
“When can I go home?”
“In two weeks.”
I look up at him. “I’m not staying in a hospital for two weeks.”
“You will stay as long as they say you should stay.” Roman barks and points the handle of his cane at me. “And you will do exactly what they tell you to f*****g do. That’s an order.”
“What about work?”
“I will take over until you are back. You are off the next two months.”
He can’t be serious. “Two months?”
“Shut the f**k up. You almost got killed,” he snarls. “If I catch you working sooner than that, I’m swapping you with Pavel, and you are getting the clubs. You got me, Mikhail?”
I grind my teeth. “Yes, Pakhan.”
“Perfect. We are ex
