“I’m sorry.” Oksan turned his head in confusion, the last thing he ever see's is Nikolai's blank expression and a barrel pointed straight to his frontal lobe. "Wh-" BANG A single gunshot shattered the room. The bullet struck Oksan. His body flinched unnaturally and dropped sideways against the table, sending plates and cake flying. Blood pooled instantly. Time seemed to stop. There was no sound other than the low humming of the heaters. Shock seemed to have everyone in a chokehold as their minds process the smoking gun in Nikolai's hand and the slumped, bloodied body of Oksan. His sister shrieked in horror. "O-OKSAN!" Pavel, in a surprise, unholstered his hidden smuggled J9-Merretta at the gunshot. He turns to his left and he sees Nikolai run for the hallway. Nikolai takes a glance behind him and sees Pavel aiming at him. He can see Pavel hesitate for a second. He looks to his right and smashes through the window. Sharp pain distributes throughout his right arm, his forearm filled with glass fragments, both small and big. He had successfully killed his target.
