Empty click of the striker - the cartridges in the clip are over. Roman threw aside the discharged pistol, turned a little to one side and took out the last weapon from his breast pocket - the "lemon." With his fingers numb from weakness, he pulled out the check and hid in his shelter behind the bush, listening to the steps of the approaching militants. I felt no fear or pain in my wounded shoulder, only a desire to seize as many enemies as possible for my life...