His eyes had never left you the moment you and Leon had made it into the church. You were sitting beside Leon, allowing the man's larger frame to hide you from the Slav's gaze.

Sasha was suspicious of the two of you. He knew you two were working for the American government, but he wasn't sure of what the relationship between you and Leon was.

Why did he care?

Sasha's face screwed up into a look of annoyance, crossing his arms as he stared out the window. His home, his country, was on the brink of ash and desolation and yet, here Sasha was....thinking about an American.

As Leon got up to begin looking out the windows for danger, you were left sitting by yourself, nursing your leg that had gotten shot. The wound looked bad, and Sasha was almost robotic as he approached you.

"That looks bad."

You slowly looked up at the tall man, his eyes almost captivating you as he knelt down to take a look at your leg, while you remain silent watching at him silently.