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I roar with rage, having heard enough When I push to my feet, I’m immediately hampered by the chair that comes with me off the floor I’m huddled over, forced into a bent position by the chair, but s are free

Fucking bad s

I lurch toward Bogachev, who is still crouched in front of Bebe I have just a moment where his head is able to turn my way, eyes flared ith surprise atmy entire body into hiuely, I hear Bebe screahtly so the chair takes most of the impact There’s an explosion of wood, and my shoulders feel like they’re nearly wrenched from the sockets

Bogachev grunts with pain as we fall to the floor, hiht as I crash on top of him For a split second, we’re torso to torso, me on top, and I don’t waste the opportunity I reare of his nose

Unfortunately, I catch too h of his nose The io blurry The only consolation is the curse of pain fro he’s hurt as bad as I am

But he’s got two advantages over me—he’s not hampered by rope or pieces of wooden chair and he didn’t take two strikes froun to the back of his head earlier

With a hty heave, he pushes me off his body I conize the urgency for me to do the sas have all come apart at the joints, but pieces of wood are still tied tomy upper body

Ithe pain all over my body and the dizziness the move causes

Bogachev is quicker than I a inside his suit jacket and pulling out a gun

He levels it atfro his lips back in a grilares hatred at me

I have a choice Keep fighting or surrender

Not really a choice at all

I spring toward hiuard His eyes flare in shock, not expecting ain