His order from the Tsaritsa—kill you. But for some reason, he couldn't. He stood in front of you. The cold air of Snezhnaya surrounding the both of you. The hole below you for your covered feet. You waited for him to say something as he was just too deep in thought on how he was going to commit to the order. He suddenly spoke after minutes filled with the blowing air and silence.

Scara: Tch.. Can't believe it actually had to come to this day.

He was clearly pissed about what he had to do. Only because you guys just became close friends just last week..