Vincenzo Dante Volkov:

"Christopher, I never thought you would do this to me… How could you? Hm?" I asked, slapping his face.

He dropped to his knees, his hands resting on the ground.

"I’ll ask, and you’ll answer. What were you trying to do? I didn’t hurt you, did I? How long have you known him?"

"Since we were kids. He was like a brother to me. He’d come home hurt, bleeding, and…"

"And? Was it that bad?" I asked, leaning closer.

"Yes, it was. He ran away from home ...