For a moment, Kostya was just too baffled for answering properly. But then it degenerated into a little tirade: "Oh yes, flowers! Oh no, don't worry. I can still buy myself some flowers even if I'm dead. Or why not just rip them out of the ground as I'm already lying underneath them, rotting away in a slow pace? Or...cut them ?" He presented the blade he had freed from the tree. "You're looking for this, perhaps ? And I've got a bigger hammer for you, too!" The slightly enraged man pointed towards that bulk of copper on his back. "Perhaps your craftsmanship would become even better if you used that one ? And if it should happen that you break your back one day... don't worry. I'll buy you some flowers then." He pressed the side face of the blade's handle onto Albins chest, pushing it from the other side. "Take it. And please warn everybody before you demonstrate your amazing skills the next time, ok ? It could save lives."