Jay turns back to Alan, but then a sudden shotgun blast smashes into him and drives him across the room. He crashes onto the wall and collapses to the floor. He is lifeless and blood begins oozing from him.
Natalia quietly parks her Mini Cooper beside her brother’s Range Rover and hurriedly steps out of the car, holding her P22 pistol firmly. She walks briskly to the back door and rummages through her bag for the key. She picks it out and quietly opens the door.
She steps into the kitchen and is immediately startled by a gunshot, and then another shot. She takes a deep breath and walks on, but is then taken aback when she sees the dead bodies spread around the kitchen, each with a bullet hole in the head and two in the chest – all clinically done.
She steps into the hallway leading to the restaurant’s back room and stops in stride when she sees Gennady, laying dead with a massive hole through his head, Samuel, on top of Gennady with a bullet hole where his ear used to be, and three other dead men from her dad’s crew, one of whom has a knife through his jaw.
It is an immensely gruesome sight and she has to fight her impulse to puke, but just then there are two simultaneous gunshots from inside the room that startle her and fill her with immense fear as to the fates of her brother and father.
She walks on, but steps on and almost trips off a sawn-off shotgun. She looks down to the shotgun as she curses underneath her breath, and then she looks to her comparatively tiny P22 pistol and back to the shotgun. She quickly places the P22 pistol in her bag and crouches to carefully pick up the shotgun.
She pumps the shotgun as quietly as is feasible and walks purposefully into the room with the gun raised. Soon as she steps into the room, she sees Jay with his back to her. She carefully aims at him as he turns towards her, and shoots him in the chest.
The gun blast drives Jay across the room into the wall and he collapses onto the floor. She watches as blood begins to ooze from his body.
She remains in the doorway and scans the room. She sees Robert, who appears dead and is bleeding out, in front of the desk and races to him.
She crouches to him and drops the shotgun to cradle his head. She passionately sobs as she attempts to stop the bleeding from his neck, but she can’t stop it.
She screams with immense grief and shakes his head as she calls out to him, ‘Roman! Roman! Please, don’t …’
Suddenly, he opens his eyes and struggles to keep it open as he stares at her.
‘Natalia!’ Mr Petrov calls out from the other side of the desk, and that startles Natalia.
She attempts to respond to her father, but Robert opens his mouth in an attempt to speak … but he can’t manage it.
‘Natalia! Help me,’ Mr Petrov pleads in Russian, through severe pain.
Again, she attempts to respond to father, but then Robert fights to speak.
‘He …’ Robert just about utters, and stops to gather strength. ‘Killed …’ he pauses again. ‘Mother.’
With that, Robert dies in her arms. She embraces him tightly and shuts her eyes for a very long moment.
She opens her eyes and out pours a flood of tears. ‘I know,’ she says to him, and kisses him softly on his lips.
‘Natalia!’ Mr Petrov desperately calls out again.
She gently sets her brother’s head on the floor and picks up the shotgun as she stands. She walks around the desk to her father.
He’s bleeding profusely, seemingly from all around his torso, and a considerable pool of his blood spreads out from him. He looks up at her with relief.
‘My darling, help me.’
She pumps the shotgun and aims for his head.
He is in visible shock and then is overcome with fear. He attempts to speak, but she blasts his head to pieces.
She lowers the gun and begins wailing. It is loud, absolutely frantic, and goes on nearing five minutes before she gathers herself and turns to Alan, who is evidently breathing, although very faintly.
She walks to Alan, pumps the shotgun, and aims for his head, but just before she pulls the trigger, Vasily’s hammer smashes into the crown of her head and she collapses to the floor.
Jay stands over her, holding the bloodied hammer in his right hand. His left hand is lifeless by his side, dripping blood.
He tosses the hammer and crouches to pick up the shotgun. He aims for her head and blasts it to pieces.