"Where are you to be hiding from me, my little Georgia?" Ivan called out, his lead pipe scraping loudly on the stone floor as he dragged it behind him.
Eka held her breath as Ivan came closer. She stood still behind the pillar as Ivan passed by, his face plastered with that same hollow, devious smile he always wore. Oh, how it made her blood boil! He would NOT get away with this, of that she was sure. Eka bent down and picked up a small rock, courtesy of the Russians demolishing the building. She slowly edged out from behind the pillar and creeped up on Ivan. She raised the rock high and brought it down to strike him. But at the very last moment, Ivan whirled around and caught her wrist.
"Attacking from the behind? That is not to be found very honorable, Eka." He chided teasingly. His tone was playful enough, but in his eyes anyone could see the malice and evil intent within. Ivan raised his free hand, the one with the pipe, and prepared to strike. "I think I will be killing you, now." He said.
"Go to hell!" She spat. She wouldn't die by this monster's hand. Or pipe. Or whatever. She kneed him in the groin, and watched in satisfaction as he clutched his vital regions and fell to the ground, uttering a stream of curses in his native tongue. She picked up his pipe and turned to fetch her guard when he caught her ankle.
"I do not think so. You will not be escaping me today." He declared as he struggled to get up. Georgia brought the pipe down on his head, listening in satisfaction as a sickening crunch could be heard upon contact with his skull. He let out a small gasp and collapsed to the floor, motionless. Georgia let the pipe clatter to the floor, giving it a good kick and sending it into the debris.
"I think it is YOU who will not be escaping today." She said quietly as she walked away.