"Прекратить огонь! Идиоты, прекратите стрелять!" Nikolai roared in Russian, his voice echoing through the foyer. "Cease fire! That was my wife! Why did you shoot?"
The room became eerily silent except for the sound of Fiona's sobbing frantically. Nikolai immediately made his way toward the duo and towered above the two with a look of shock etched onto his face. Despite being seriously injured, Nathan managed to cling to Fiona with all that he had left in him.
"Don't…touch her," Nathan whispered hoarsely.
Fiona hurriedly extricated herself from under Nathan and noticed her hands turned red almost immediately as she came into contact with his coat. It did not matter that Nikolai loomed over them menacingly or the fact that the gunmen pointed their rifles at her. Fiona paid no attention to anything but the deathly pale face of Nathan.
"Nathan?" she whispered weakly. She shook Nathan's shoulder hard, but Nathan's head just hung loosely to one side. "No…no, no, no! Nathan, please!"
