Fading to Dust from Misha 0:
An old enemy lie bleeding out in front of Viktor, some how this didn’t bring him any kind of satisfaction. He spoke there native tongue when he addressed the dying man. “I told you if you followed me something like this was bound to happen” sounding rather indifferent about the situation he lifted Misha’s jacket to observe the wound. “I don’t think you have long friend, I’d start saying your prayers”.












