Anger

Klaus got out of the car, furious, pulling Gregory along with him. Vlad and Igor had done their job and had recovered the son of a bitch, who was probably under the influence of something judging by the shitty smile on his bloodied lips. Otto, his brother, was waiting for him in the cellar, clenching his lips as he watched them with a tight jaw.

"I told you to control him," Klaus growled, pushing Gregory towards his brother. The younger Urich was battered and had a deranged look on his face, but he stumbled into Otto and fell to the floor, pointing an accusing finger at him and spitting in his direction. "He killed three of my men, sold the damn weapons to the Kasakovs."

"Are you crazy?" Otto asked, looking at his brother, his face turning red. Gregory spat.

"I only did what you and Ryan refused to do," he complained. "Too scared of the Petrovs to get the money."

"Shut the fuck up," Otto growled, hitting his brother in the face and pushing him against the wall, causing him to stum