Nikitas stumbled and fell, and it was clear he was hurt as he held his stomach. The narrow alley they turned into was empty, and the few passersby glanced at them as they hurried by, and now Nikitas was lying face down, holding his stomach.

He couldn't leave him there. He took the pistol from his waist, under his jacket, and leaned over him. Nikitas understood and started to turn, but he grabbed him by the nape and pressed his head down. He couldn't fight back, injured.