He looked for an opening as he moved closer, automatically evaluating Aleksandr's stance. It was not often that Cheslav fought a man without the intent to kill him, and he found the circumstances somewhat ironic now - that it was mercy that guided his steps, not murder.
Aleksandr's eyes blazed with an electric light. His shoulders vibrated with adrenaline, chased with an undercurrent of exhaustion.
He had to respect that Aleksandr held his ground and faced him down, defying him to the last. It was not many a man who did not draw back when the Butcher approached him.
Though at the same time, it seemed like Aleksandr invited Cheslav to close on him, like a man who just wanted it to be over.
"I'll make it quick," he murmured.
He did, rushing suddenly, pulling toward the right. Shurik did not try to punch him, which almost surprised Cheslav, but instead deflected his grasp and tried to shoulder past him.
Cheslav caught Aleksandr by the shoulder, using his momentum to crush their bodies together. They grappled for a few seconds as Aleksandr tried to escape his grap, but he wrestled Aleksandr back into the shower.
He thrust Aleksandr against the wall with a rough impact, hard enough to stun him and make him cry out.
He glanced down, realizing that Aleksandr was still clutching Avdotia's coat to his chest in a rigid one-armed embrace.
Cheslav did not ask this time, but instead reached out, and ripped the coat from his grasp.
Then he drew back, and turned on the showerhead.
He imagined it would come out cold for a few seconds before it warmed up.
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He looked for an opening as he moved closer, automatically evaluating Aleksandr's stance. It was not often that Cheslav fought a man without the intent to kill him, and he found the circumstances somewhat ironic now - that it was mercy that guided his steps, not murder.
Aleksandr's eyes blazed with an electric light. His shoulders vibrated with adrenaline, chased with an undercurrent of exhaustion.
He had to respect that Aleksandr held his ground and faced him down, defying him to the last. It was not many a man who did not draw back when the Butcher approached him.
Though at the same time, it seemed like Aleksandr invited Cheslav to close on him, like a man who just wanted it to be over.
"I'll make it quick," he murmured.
He did, rushing suddenly, pulling toward the right. Shurik did not try to punch him, which almost surprised Cheslav, but instead deflected his grasp and tried to shoulder past him.
Cheslav caught Aleksandr by the shoulder, using his momentum to crush their bodies together. They grappled for a few seconds as Aleksandr tried to escape his grap, but he wrestled Aleksandr back into the shower.
He thrust Aleksandr against the wall with a rough impact, hard enough to stun him and make him cry out.
He glanced down, realizing that Aleksandr was still clutching Avdotia's coat to his chest in a rigid one-armed embrace.
Cheslav did not ask this time, but instead reached out, and ripped the coat from his grasp.
Then he drew back, and turned on the showerhead.
He imagined it would come out cold for a few seconds before it warmed up.