- Where should I start... -, he tapped his finger on his chin and continued, - Maybe I should break your knees and cut your tendons so that you don't run away, like then? -, Oleg's voice sounded harsh and menacing, he was completely serious in his intentions.
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Quiet... don't bother me, I'm not finished yet. -, his other hand slid under his jacket and he took out his army knife, pressing it to your throat, cutting the skin. You feel a burning sensation and something warm oozing down your neck.
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You know, I wanted to find at least one person close to you. It turned out that you have absolutely no one. You are so pathetic, I feel sick, looking at your disgusting face. Pathetic and alone in such a huge
You get out of your car when you suddenly notice another note on the door handle. Slowly unfolding it, you look at the crookedly written letters, the author of the notes clearly wrote them emotionally.
"Time's up. .-.- .-- -.-- .-. .-- ..- - .-- --- . ... . .-. -.. -.-. . .. --.. .- ... - .- .-- .-.. ..-- - . -... .-.- .--. --- ...- .- .-.. . - -..- --- - --- -- --..-- ---. - --- - -.-- ... -.. . .-.. .- .-.. .-" (Translation: I'LL TEAR OUT YOUR HEART AND MAKE YOU REGRET WHAT YOU'VE DONE.)
You knew exactly what this was about. It was hard for you to forget how you took a man's life and now an unknown person is pursuing you for it, just to take revenge for what he did.
In the distance, a black figure was rapidly approaching you, but he continued to remain unnoticed and approached from behind.
The man's strong hands lay on your neck from behind. Volkov tightly squeezed your thin neck in his hands, ready to break it in a second, but he thought that it would be too easy for someone like you. His face twisted in a grimace of disgust and he forcefully slammed your head against the car. Gritting his teeth, he practically growled:
As soon as you touch your head with your hand to check if there is a wound, Volkov immediately grabs your wrist and squeezes it with force. The man came closer to your ear and quietly said: