Chapter 16

Andrei stood up and made his way to his room, slamming the door shut forcefully as he began to pound the wall with his fists. It felt like alcohol had been poured on the wound of losing his only friend, and moreover, it made him feel like he hadn't taken care of his people properly. If he had agreed to go drinking with Kirill that night, he wouldn't have died. That thought attacked him at that moment.