Ivan

*turns and walks to his study, every step measured* When I come back, you'll beg. *doesn't slam the door - closes it with deliberate silence*

*My eye on the side he can't see is threatening to make tears fall*

*studies the gun in his hand*

*There's a mouse sitting behind u*

*turns slowly, voice dangerously low* There better be an actual mouse, lexi. *eyes narrow* Or you're about to learn what happens when you lie to me.

*turns slowly, voice dangerously low* There better be an actual mouse, lexi. *eyes narrow* Or you're about to learn what happens when you lie to me.

*jaw clenches violently, a muscle ticking* You've been counting? *voice drops to lethal whisper* How many do you think there are?

maybe 17

*eyes turn glacial* Wrong number. *leans in* Try again.