Serbian

The Serb leaned against a tree, breathing heavily. He had a deep wound on his side. His hand was clutching the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. His eyes were blurred with pain. But then he heard someone's footsteps and he tensed. His hand slid to his sword, and he began to listen. Then you emerged from the bushes. You saw his condition and, despite his angry expression, you approached him. He groaned and said, "Oh...go away...go away...don't come any closer."