09-26-2013, 11:42 PM
Yuri stepped back from Peter as Mudak came into the room and he released the flows he'd been working. He wondered if the guy was going to attack him, thinking Yuri had done something to his nephew. Instead Mudak laughed at him and motioned him aside, and Yuri felt the power surge in the other man.
He weaved -- something -- yes, Yuri saw how it'd been done. That sort of thing could...it could work both ways. Start the heart and stop it. Useful.
Yuri's thoughts were derailed by the next thing he'd heard. Not worth the effort of saving? So Mudak really didn't give two shits about whether his nephew lived or died? Fucking little prick! After all Yuri had gone through thinking it was his ass on the line? That fucker was dead for making Yuri think he had to save his worthless hide.
The kid came around -- and then Mudak smacked him with the back of his fist. Heh. That gave Yuri no little pleasure in seeing.
He turned to Mudak, who'd just asked "Where is it?" What "It" did he mean? Better to cover all his bases here.
Yuri tossed Mudak the cash he'd gotten from Felicia, and nodded toward the unconscious Peter. At least his pants were still up. That was another reason he wanted the kid to experience some serious pain...I had to pull up his pants 'cause I didn't want to see his fucking cock.
"Peter's got the money from that other fucker,"
Yuri said. "I wouldn't ask what happened to him. As for whatever that legkiy nephew of yours took, I think he got it from that shlyukha with the face that makes people want to vomit. She was leaving the room when I got here."
And speaking of vomit, Yuri looked toward the trash can in the corner. "Some of whatever he took might still be in there. But if I were you I'd hold my breath if you wanted to check that out."
He weaved -- something -- yes, Yuri saw how it'd been done. That sort of thing could...it could work both ways. Start the heart and stop it. Useful.
Yuri's thoughts were derailed by the next thing he'd heard. Not worth the effort of saving? So Mudak really didn't give two shits about whether his nephew lived or died? Fucking little prick! After all Yuri had gone through thinking it was his ass on the line? That fucker was dead for making Yuri think he had to save his worthless hide.
The kid came around -- and then Mudak smacked him with the back of his fist. Heh. That gave Yuri no little pleasure in seeing.
He turned to Mudak, who'd just asked "Where is it?" What "It" did he mean? Better to cover all his bases here.
Yuri tossed Mudak the cash he'd gotten from Felicia, and nodded toward the unconscious Peter. At least his pants were still up. That was another reason he wanted the kid to experience some serious pain...I had to pull up his pants 'cause I didn't want to see his fucking cock.
"Peter's got the money from that other fucker,"
Yuri said. "I wouldn't ask what happened to him. As for whatever that legkiy nephew of yours took, I think he got it from that shlyukha with the face that makes people want to vomit. She was leaving the room when I got here."
And speaking of vomit, Yuri looked toward the trash can in the corner. "Some of whatever he took might still be in there. But if I were you I'd hold my breath if you wanted to check that out."