KIRILL’S FACE IS STONED INTO AN INDIFFERENT LOOK.
He has his lips set into the usual thin line he loves, his cold and neutral eyes boring into mine as if daring me to pull the trigger of the gun I’ve shoved onto his face. But underneath the composed look on his face — his favorite facial expression — there’s shock written there. Just subtle that no one can see it.
Except me. And of course, he’d be shocked.
Who wouldn’t be?
It’s not every day your Pakhan shoves a gun into your face because you’ve threatened to kill his wife, and in our world, loyalty to one another — we see ourselves as brothers — loyalty is all that matters.
But Kirill should’ve known not to threaten my wife like that.
For f**k’s sake, I agree she was f*****g wrong for not listening and acting impulsively instead, by
