The Moscow policeman's point of view in Ultimatum, facing Jason in the pharmacy. Word: Fugitive.
Ilia had witnessed the wreckage this man had wrought outside: smashed cars, confusion. A body.
And now his gun was trained on Ilia, Ilia's partner at his feet, silent but still alive, he thought. Hoped.
He had a wife, a daughter. He did not want to die here, simply because he had interfered. So he begged.
"Don't shoot. I'm unarmed."
He flinched when the man destroyed his radio, tried again. "Please don't kill me."
Agonizing silence.
Then: "My argument is not with you," the fugitive intoned, his Russian impeccable. And, with those enigmatic words, he lowered his gun, limped away.