THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"Is that all of them?"
Psikh turned to Sebastian, his face cold and impassive. Sebastian held a limp man by the collar-his features smashed, blood seeping steadily onto the ground as he puffed on a vanilla-flavored vape.
"Hmm." Sebastian offered no more than a hum as Psikh rose from his perch atop one of the bodies splayed across the narrow alley's cold pavement. He stomped hard on the hand of another fallen man.
"Ublyudok, ya znayu, chto ty yeshche zhiv. Kto poslal tebya syuda?"
("Bastard, I know you're still alive. Who sent you here?")
Psikh's voice was low and frigid as he lit a cigar, drawing slow smoke before exhaling a plume over the man at his feet. No answer came.
He took another drag, his eyes fixed on the motionless form.
"Ty ne budesh' govorit'? Ladno, ya tebya prosto sozhgu zazhivo."
("You won't talk? Fine by me-I'll just burn you alive.")
He spoke with bored indifference, gesturing a hand. A man approached quickly.
