My Russian class was visiting a third-world country. I thought it was just a class trip, but it turned out that our entire class was a front for a mob operation. We were dealing drugs and firearms. I was terrified of what would happen to me.
I saw Vanya (Jeremy) standing with a small child. He had a gun, which he pointed at the child. He pulled out a knife and gave it to the child. In an instant I knew what he was going to do. "Vanya," I pleaded, "don't." Vanya pointed the gun at me. I picked up a garden hose from the ground and sprayed him with water, but Vanya turned his gun back to the child. The child took the knife and cut off his own pinky finger. I sprayed the child with water, and the water mixed with the blood and it sprayed everywhere. |