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.
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