[ There are, sometimes, advantages to being comparatively short in this societyβone of them being that a man as tall as the American has to lean down more than a foot, and move his skull much closer, to bring his elbow level with his stomach. Vasiliy fires a round into the ceiling, both reflexive and as a deterrent, simultaneous with his retaliation: apparently the ancient Chekists who trained him did their job well, because his body snaps into the old motions without much thought on his part: moves meant to subdue prisoners, not necessarily for personal safety, but damaging regardless.
He smashes the butt of his pistol upwards against Archer's nose as soon as he bends down enough to come into range, folding in around the elbow and breathlessly bringing his kneecap against the man's crotch. Hard. Despite the wheezing. ]
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He smashes the butt of his pistol upwards against Archer's nose as soon as he bends down enough to come into range, folding in around the elbow and breathlessly bringing his kneecap against the man's crotch. Hard. Despite the wheezing. ]