Percy's eyes widened, and he made a desperate choking noise, hands scrabbling at the preternaturally strong hand cutting off his airflow. He'd heard the phrase 'life flashing before your eyes' before, but he'd never believed that it actually happened - merely a fanciful invention of fiction writers. But no, here it came, and gone just as quickly.
He wondered if he was going to die. If he was, he wasn't going quietly.
"Unhand me," he snarled in a thin voice, gulping down the little air he could as Vlad's grip loosened. "I am the Junior Assistant to Minister Grindelwald, and I will not stand for this kind of treatment. You are making a scene."