I don't mean to be rude, but fuck you and shut up.

Irina point of view:

He pulled me into a room with him. I couldn't even concentrate. Only God knows how I got here.

I have been shaking since.

"Irina." He called and I looked at his face, being scared of him.

"Look at me, concentrate." He said as he cupped my face in his palms.

"You killed them?" I said to myself, more like a question though.

"Yes, is there anything wrong with killing people who are messing with my wife?" He asked me.

"But you kill them. They are dead." I whispered.

"Don't you know what we...