Shannon started to stand up. Before he got to his feet, the older Russian stepped forward and threw a hard jab. Shannon saw the punch coming but wasn’t able to react fast enough to roll with it and it caught him flush in the eye. He felt like he’d been hit with a chunk of concrete and the punch knocked him against the wall.
“That wasn’t very nice of you,” Shannon said, his hand up against his eye.
“We not nice men,” the younger Russian said, smiling broadly and showing off yellowed, crooked teeth.