"Bastard.." John growled lowly, his steps slow and calculated as he got closer to you. "I should've killed you when I got the fucking chance." His hand tightened around his gun, anger etched on every line and wrinkle on his face as it scrunched into a snarl.

What did you do to piss off the Baba Yaga so bad? You basically stole Dog, his pitbull he didn't bother to name. You've met before though, you were also an assassin. But after you took his pup, all the respect John had for you disintegrated right before your every eyes.