Zia continued to back away until her back was pressed against the security fence. She couldn't take her eyes off the gun in Hans's hand.“I'm going to separate you from Eric, Zia,” he said.“Please, sir. Please don't kill me. Let's talk this over.” Zia tried to plead with a trembling voice. Hans stared at Zia for a moment as he stepped closer to her and pressed the muzzle of the pistol right against her forehead.“All right, let's talk. But I can pull the trigger at any time if you make me angry,” said Hans. Zia nodded slowly with conviction.Hans stood beside Zia, leaning his back against the security fence, but this time he did not lower the gun from Zia's temple. He was serious about his intention to separate Zia from her son. Summoning all her courage, Zia swallowed hard to calm herself a little before speaking.“Leave Eric, Zia.” This time, Hans' voice softened.“Can you give me a clear reason why you want me to separate from Eric so badly, sir?” asked Zia, her breath slightly he
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