There had been quite a few shots inside Andrei's body throughout his life.
Most of them were from when he was young. Doctors were preparing his body so it wouldn't become a rented space for whatever virus or bacteria wanted to party.
The viral blockade worked, but it couldn't stop a different kind of shot. And he had gotten it very soon.
This shot was from a pistol—a small thing, the kind that could be hidden easily in one's clothes.
It had come from one of Anfisa's admirers. That bull-like human had claimed Andrei harbored dirty thoughts for his own sister.
How could that even be true? He wasn't into incest!
Even the thought was disgusting enough to make him gag.
Much to his dismay, his sister had taken the bull's side, claiming that Andrei was being "too much" by putting the boy in prison.
"He fucking shot me! Are you blind?"
Anfisa had only blinked, tears rolling down her cheeks as she sobbed gently into the boy's arms.
