This was perhaps the lowest point in Molokov's life. The death of his sister, Sergievsky's defection - these had all been terrible things but he had still had a desire to live, a drive for revenge.

Now? Now he just wanted this to end - whether because he had slipped into unconsciousness or something more final.

He shuddered at the return of Helen's hands around his neck and tried to keep still. If he gave up... if he gave up, perhaps she would finish this.

However she pleased.

He couldn't care any more right now.