PAVEL'S POV
I hate funerals.
I guess everybody does, but they disturb me on a fundamental level. The expressions on people's faces. The sorrow. The crying.
When they start lowering Yuri's casket and his sister breaks down, falling to her knees onto the muddy ground, I can't take it anymore. I turn around and head toward the parking lot while cries and pained screams ring out behind me. Even when I'm in my car, driving back home, I can still hear them in the recesses of my mind. The fact that we still have no clear proof of who's behind the attack makes it even harder to process.
