"сукин сын!" Pyotr reverted back to his native tongue as he was bit in the leg. Anger seethed to every fiber of his being. He was about to rip that vampire a new one... but alas, the hound was right there.

" And just like the minister, you sink your teeth in when you find me at the most vulnerable. No fuckin pun intended. I killed that SOB you know. He tried to kill me in my sleep. I'll get a chance to kill you, that vampire, and the шлюха over there." They were all in this weren't they? Just luring him in with talk of peace, goodwill. And he fell for it, the rational bastard he was. He quickly tore off part of his shirt, creating a makeshift bandage for him to stop the bleeding. 

" That's the problem with you talking types. Always lure something in with good talks and rationality. Too bad you always lie to some poor ублюдок! Well Lycan, Заткнись! What was that you said? Now, you can either listen very closely to me, or your chances of surviving this hell spawn's trap will diminish. фигня! произнести фигня! I found the complete opposite to be true. You're not monsters. You and your friends just proved you are animals. And you ask me to check my views? Well, from what I've learned, my views have been validated."

Pyotr limped to one of the corners. At least there he wouldn't be attacked without him knowing it there. 

"You come the ебать over here and I'll decorate the ground with your brain matter. You think it's an empty threat? Have that шлюха come over here. We'll see what happens."

Pyotr swore silently under his breath. He had been tricked again... no more. He warily watched the three, simply waiting for them to make a move.

" чертов, свинья....все они....."