I stare at Pasha, waiting for him to get up, but he just keeps lying there, unmoving. He needs to get up, or the guy is going to kill him. I take off toward the cage.
Several more voices join in the cheering. “Finish him! Finish him!”
People are standing too close together, so I have to squeeze myself between them to get to the front. Bodies are touching me from all sides, making me want to throw up, but I keep pushing myself forward.
“Finish him! Finish him!” the chorus rings all around me.
I finally reach the cage and my eyes find Pasha again. He is still lying on the floor, his face is turned toward me, but I don’t think he sees me.
“Pasha!” I yell at the top of my lungs and vault at the cage.
Pavel
“Pasha!” a female scream reaches me.
I blink and focus on the person clin
