[Johan's POV]
"Rus," Johan called as the man emerged from the bedroom dressed in a navy jogging pants and dark grey sleeveless gym shirt. "We need to talk."
"What's there to talk about?" Russell asked, adjusting a black duffel bag on his shoulder. He was so into this training Adrian thing, and their conversation earlier before breakfast worried him.
Johan glanced at the partially opened front door, catching a glimpse of Adrian beside his motorbike, getting ready to leave. Then he went back to Russell, who had an expectant expression on his face. He sighed. "I don't mind Adrian learning Eskrima with us, but I don't want him to get involved any further than that."
