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The smell of smoke fills my nostrils when a strong buzzing sounds in my head, I open my eyes slowly, blinking a few times to actually wake up. I know about the accident, or the purpose, and that's why I observe everything before getting up. The car looks completely damaged, focusing more on the driver's door, where a car hit everything...

Ivan...

I get up quickly, being hit by a sharp pain in my right shoulder and ribs. I groan, looking at my shoulder and easily noticing the location of the shot; and the bullet. I bring my fingers to touch the wound and it burns, making me flinch immediately. Trying to ignore the pain, I pull myself up onto the back seats. I look back and the cars in the background are on fire. The street isolated from any human air.

I turn to the driver's seat.

— Ivan. — I call the unconscious man in the front seat. — Ivan!

Ivan's forehead is bleeding. Fastened to the belt, his body is firmly on the bench, but very unconscious. I don't want to imagine the worst,