Artemy's eyes widen at seeing Erik's face in front of him instead of Pyotr's.

It's too late.

He's hoping he hasn't hit anything vital, most likely not, and even if so, it would only be fatal for a day or so.

Still, he's injured someone who wasn't even involved.

Someone Artemy genuinely likes and respects.

Made a mess of everything.

Artemy stumbles backwards. His vision blurs. He feels like he can't focus on anything. Or like he's focusing on everything at once. Or both at the same time somehow.

The world is spinning.

He loses his balance, he crashes onto the floor of the pub, bringing a few someone's drinks down with him.

Bourbon stings his eyes.

He wants Murky back.