[ Vasiliy all but immediately jolts awake at the distinctly human sounds outside of his window, pulse rising as sickening shocks of adrenaline hit his body in waves. He reflexively fumbles for the shitty American revolver on the bedside table and cocks the hammer, aiming it in the direction of the window before both feet are even on the ground.
The sight on the end of the barrel shakes with the trembling of his hands. ]
Hands up! Show yourself!
[ This is it. They already know. They found out somehow. ]
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The sight on the end of the barrel shakes with the trembling of his hands. ]
Hands up! Show yourself!
[ This is it. They already know. They found out somehow. ]