84 A Present For You

"Yes, sir." Sergei nodded, stepping forward with a large, gleaming knife. 

 

Ania recoiled, her face pale as she shook her head. "I think I'm going to throw up." Her voice filled with disbelief and disgust. "Oh dear..."

 

Ivan slipped his hands into his pockets, watching Sergei with an unfazed look on his face. "Father is playing a deadly game," he muttered, "and he's going to regret it sooner or later."

 

Sergei kneeled beside Andrei's body, positioning the knife at the base of his neck. The sound of the blade cutting through flesh and bone was sickening, and Ania turned away, her stomach churning. "Oh my god, I can't. I simply can't." She could hear every gruesome detail—the wet, crunching sounds echoing in the small space.

 

Ivan turned and fixed on Ania. "Stop being so dramatic. You've beheaded somebody with your claws before. If you think this is crazy, then we're all crazy."