[Andriuk Vsevolod] says "Come on you wouldn't shoot me." [UNION.170] pulled the trigger of his 357. Revolver, ending the mans life. He definitely would shoot him. [Andriuk Vsevolod] takes a ration out, his smirk as confident as ever. "You think a gun will stop-" A gun has stopped him. He'd bounce back into the wall, and fall down. Dragging blood down the back of the wall.