Andrey was my friend. No, My brother. But...How could I be so selfish? I grew up with him. He was more than a friend to me. He was my whole world and I'm sure it was the same case for him too. We were not in a luxurious life or somewhat. In fact, We were so poor that even getting breakfast or snacks was a big thing. I don't know what got into me...An ego that I couldn't handle. "No...No...I...can't...I...cannot...kill...it's...not...me", Henry whispers. He was sweating. His whole body got jammed and soon he fainted. -The book cover is not mine. Credit goes to the rightful owner.