[ She doesn't scream or try to attack him—good. Instead the woman who was waving a knife at him and making threats a moment ago is looking at him like a rabbit frozen in place, the equation between them having shifted dramatically with the introduction of a loaded firearm.
He keeps it aimed downwards as he walks to the side of the door, dog at his heels, and flattens his back to the wall nearest the doorknob. He turns it, gently opens the door, and waits.
Nothing happens, other than the beagle thundering down the staircase much more loudly than such a small dog should be capable of the moment the door opens, tail wagging the entire way down. He probably expects breakfast.
The house doesn't seem to have any other occupants, at least from what Vasiliy gathers from what is in his line of sight. ]
It's safe. Put your knife down or go first.
[ He doesn't intend to get stabbed in the spine today, and one can't go down a staircase walking backwards. ]
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He keeps it aimed downwards as he walks to the side of the door, dog at his heels, and flattens his back to the wall nearest the doorknob. He turns it, gently opens the door, and waits.
Nothing happens, other than the beagle thundering down the staircase much more loudly than such a small dog should be capable of the moment the door opens, tail wagging the entire way down. He probably expects breakfast.
The house doesn't seem to have any other occupants, at least from what Vasiliy gathers from what is in his line of sight. ]
It's safe. Put your knife down or go first.
[ He doesn't intend to get stabbed in the spine today, and one can't go down a staircase walking backwards. ]