Ivan stayed frozen in place as the boy with the bird tried to back out. He didn't know if he could leave also, though he very much wanted to. He didn't respond to the comment made in his direction. He held his shotgun tightly in his left hand, but didn't raise it for fear the girl or the adults would shoot. Coming in here was a mistake, he knew that much very well. 
He ransacked his mind, trying to remember how to ask for one's life to be spared in English. "P-please... do not kill me!" He choked out in his thick Russian accent. Being only eleven years old, his voice was rather high pitched still and nonthreatening. He knew this was not a good situation to be in, and was deeply regretting walking into the store with every ounce of his remaining sanity.