It was really exquisite. To see Igor Grom himself kneeling, holding his shoulder, which was bleeding from a bullet that had passed through. The bloody hands of Thunder made Novak get more turned on by the whole situation. Albert has been waiting for this for so long. He waited until he had the Major in his clutching hands.

— Little bird, — the lawyer draws out complacently and sweetly. There was a voluptuous smile on his face. The blonde was clearly pleased to see the astonishment on face.

Albert slowly approached Igor, not taking his eyes off Grom's face, which expressed only pain and hatred, which was very flattering. He was so vulnerable, which made Novak smile bloodily.

— You're in my cage. Albert grins in a velvety voice, stopping in front of Thunder. Igor looked at him with eyes full of hatred. It was sweet, and even maddening.

Novak lifts his foot with a sharp and fast movement, pressing the sole of his shoe against Grom's hand, which was covered in scarlet liquid, because the Major was trying so hard to survive. He wanted to stop the bleeding, but Albert wanted to make it more painful. He pushes harder with his foot on the wound, pinning Igor against the wall. He liked it. He loved seeing the pain, fear, and disappointment in Igor's face.

— Major, don't switch off.