Cursing in Russian, she jumped and slammed the gauze on my arm, putting it in a vice grip as the blood poured out.

“Suka, u tebya yest' zhelaniye umeret'?” Kamilia growled angrily at me.

I looked up at Marek for a translation, but he had fallen back a few steps, looking unsteady on his feet.

“I’m fine. This isn’t the worst I’ve had. If anything, this is a normal Friday afternoon.” I kept my tone light, but no one seemed to lighten up.

Juri spoke next though, ignoring me. “Kaz, ...