VIKTOR
I open the garage with my cell phone app and we pull in. After the club incident, I can't help but glance all around, scanning everything for a potential threat. I want every corner and bush checked; I'm paranoid and it makes me even more irritated. I've gone through a mini war before with my uncle, years back. Many people died pretty gruesome deaths.
Leaning closer to Spartak I say sternly, "I will rearm the system. You take the guard room." I can't help my tone, I'm tense and angry. I need to release this pent-up energy before I shoot someone.
"Thank you, sir," he replies, unfazed, and heads inside first to do a sweep.
My home is very secure but we take every precaution when something like this pops off. You can never be too careful. I'm fortunate to have good men on my side,
