A string of curses in Russian escaped his lips as he reached up to his face, he could already feel blood rushing to the area, and was sure it was going to be a nice color. The pain itself, was blinding for a second until he pushed it back. It was not the first time he'd been hit, but man did avoid have a strong hook. Vasily muttered something in Russian as he went to the locker room to grab his jacket.
In silence they headed to the clinic and when questioned about what happened he bluntly informed it was an accident while in the hologym. After making sure nothing was broken and giving him something for the pain, Vasily was handed an ice pack and sent on his way. As the two men walked down the hall he said in a hushed tone- more so he wouldn't be overheard. "Sorry for trying to kill you."