Borodin could hardly contain his delirious laughter once the behemoth was gone. He rolled onto his side and gasped, overwhelmed by his good fortune. Yes, god was watching. Russia would rise again. Fetid breath washed over Borodin’s neck, and a set of jaws ensnared his throat before he could scream. His head was twisted around until his vision faded. A utahraptor stared into his eyes with cold malice.
Hah. You were saying?
