DMITRY IS HERE.
He’s standing just by the door, holding a gun that’s raised in the air. I see the figures behind him, but despite not knowing who exactly they are because the hallway is dark, I suspect they’re Kirill and Yuri.
But I don’t know the third person though they seem familiar. Nico?
Jesus. He’s not feeling well for f**k’s sake! Why did —
My thoughts are abruptly halted when Andrei presses the barrel of his stupid gun further onto my temple, and I bite back the wince that almost slips past my lips.
Dmitry’s facial expression hardens. His jaw clenches even further and his lips purse into a thin line.
“What the f**k do you want to talk about, you disloyal bastard?” Dmitry asks.
Andrei pushes the gun further, and I imagine him tilting his bald head slightly to the side the wa
