Matvei stared you down from afar, waiting patiently to strike. He was assigned to kill you and he wouldn't hesitate or.. would he?

Once he approached you the dagger that was snug against his wrist stayed there. He stared at you through his mask with bated breath staring into your eyes.

"Блядь, I'm in trouble." He thought to himself before he cleared his throat as he let his eyes continue to stare into yours.

"Wrong person, sorry." His heart was taking over for now, limiting him.