"Arya," Dima says, voice soft. "Listen."
"Shut up," I snap at him. For a second, I was relieved Dima was still alive. Now, I'm livid. That he came here and risked his life this way. That he could be so reckless.
"No, listen to me,” he begs.
I chance a look at him, eyes narrowed. "I mean it, Dima. Don't talk to me right now.”
In the second I lose my focus, Zotov spins around with a flying elbow. At the same time, he grabs the handle of my gun and points it away from his face as I pull the trigger.
When I fire, the round goes straight into the floor.
"You should really listen to him," Zotov sneers, his breath hot on my face.
Gennady yells and another shot rings out. This time, it's from his gun.
Zotov ducks, dragging me down to the floor with him.
The old man shoots at Gennady, who
