"Look at yourself, Kirov, you are more wretched than a stray dog, having discarded your dignity for survival. What does honor count for now? You are not even considered a human being!"
Katerina coldly said: "I give you two choices. One is to return with me to the Romanov Kingdom and face trial. You will die, but I will grant you the final honor of the nobility!"
"And the second... what is the second option?"
A man capable of betraying his own wife has already abandoned all principles; discussing honor with him is like playing music to a cow, it's futile.
Bodrilinov knocked Kirov unconscious, lowered his head to Kirov's ear, shook it, then raised his head and declared: "Your Majesty, he chooses the first."
There was never a second option. To let pity excuse a crime would be an insult to the truly pitiful.
Bang!
