[ Vasiliy considers, squinting at the man's outline in the darkness. What, like there's a right house to break into? Or is he just reacting that way because he knows he's been caught?
Not that he's in the mood or in any sort of position to have a debate on morality here, because he just wants this man gone so that his heart will stop beating so wildly, so that when he vomits in the imminent future it won't be in front of someone who clearly wishes him some kind of harm. ]
Hands on your head. I will take you to door. [ A beat. ] If you try anything, I will shoot.
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Not that he's in the mood or in any sort of position to have a debate on morality here, because he just wants this man gone so that his heart will stop beating so wildly, so that when he vomits in the imminent future it won't be in front of someone who clearly wishes him some kind of harm. ]
Hands on your head. I will take you to door. [ A beat. ] If you try anything, I will shoot.