“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I point my rifle at his left shoulder keeping him an arm’s length away. “You.” “Stay away from me!” “I can’t. You’re my wife. Till death do us part, remember?” “Have you lost your mind?” “Probably.” “Kirill, stay away, I mean it.” “I won’t. I mean it. You can shoot my other arm and I will walk to you. If you take my legs, I’ll crawl to you.” “Are you crazy?” “When it comes to you? Possibly.” He pushes against the rifle with impossible strength, considering his right arm is fucked. “So unless you kill me, you won’t be able to stop me.”
