Despite the fact that I was a fake bullet and the fact that other man seemed to shake it off so fast, Vasily did feel a little satisfied. Of course, there hasn't been any hesitation when he shot (and a split second he fortgot the gun was a sim). The Russian looked down at the other man, anger subsiding- anger that hadn't even had anything to do with his forced recruitment, but completely to do with said recruitment having cut himself off from his son. He'd come to terms with it though, and the terms he had to follow to see him again.
"Dose ver good moves." Vasily said with a nod. He had to give credit where credit was due. "I vill buy you drink." He offered.