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Laugher resounded. With a bloodied hand, the young man caressed the cold cheek of his “best friend”. An oddly calm scene that would have been sweet if the knife protruding from the other man's abdomen was ignored.
The maniacal laughter mellowed down, now sounding more like shaky sobs. A weak yet sinister smile made its way to Fyodor’s face. He pulled the other man's head down towards himself and whispered. Nikolai froze and went silent. He stared in horror at his Fedya’s now unmoving body.
“Congratulations, Kolya.”
Is this truly what you want?
Fyodor's unspoken words hung in the air.