A sweat-soaked lock of hair pulled at Daniel's skin, his head jolting as the car came to a sudden stop. Now stationary with a back facing the storm of metal, he dragged himself and his gun out the seat as fast as possible, gasping for air. Something exploded not far away, grains of debris found its way onto his face among the hot smell of fighting. 

"[i]Kurwa[/i], Vadim," he hissed, snapping his head back to the car. A cold feeling surrounded his body. Daniel breathed, hard. 

Then he retreated towards the building the wall belonged to, forcing a door open with a boot. Refusing to move any further, the mechanic held a door and watched for his driver, fear dripping from his skin.