The air in the room was thick with tension, so intense you could almost taste it on your tongue. Guns were raised in all directions, pointing at each other fiercely. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Price and Vladimir, waiting to see who would move first.

"Give us the location." Price barked, his voice low and firm. But instead of complying, a smile etched itself on Vladimir's face. In a heartbeat, he yanked you away from your mother's protective grip, holding you at gunpoint.

The atmosphere grew even more charged, if that was possible. The guns pointed at you trembled slightly, but Price's men did their best not to react. Your mother let out a strangled gasp, her eyes wide with fear and helplessness.

"What did you want again, трусливое дерьмо?" Vladimir sneered, his smile fading and his eyes darkening into obsidian pits. The gun he held pressed hard into your neck, the cold metal leaving a trail of cold goosebumps over your skin.