Pain. Johan wasn't sure what was going on, but he was in pain. He wanted to throw a punch, but he'd never actually done that before, not counting a very poor, pathetic punch to Tayne's jaw when he'd gotten very, very pissed at the other man a few days ago. He was panting, his head in pain form hitting the brick wall as he slid half way to the ground, his big innocent eyes looking at Mikhail. "What? I just paid and left- I'm sorry I'm tripped!" he slurred, wanting to yell and call for help. But the grab to his throat had hurt to much to even think about it.