[ Long pause. Nikolai ducks his head and takes another drag of his cigarette. The smoke obscures his face, and he lets it do so while he answers. ]
I know plenty of little girls who had little girls. [ Beat. ] One was fourteen. You will say she is not little girl?
[ Slaves give birth to slaves, Nikolai has said himself. He had stood aside while Kirill cried, unable to fuck Tatiana like his father told him too; stood aside while Semyon finally came down and did it, to show Kirill how it should be done.
Nikolai has seen plenty of little girls made to have little girls. Most of the time they don't get to give birth, but forced somehow to abort. But there are some unlucky ones, he knows. ]
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I know plenty of little girls who had little girls. [ Beat. ] One was fourteen. You will say she is not little girl?
[ Slaves give birth to slaves, Nikolai has said himself. He had stood aside while Kirill cried, unable to fuck Tatiana like his father told him too; stood aside while Semyon finally came down and did it, to show Kirill how it should be done.
Nikolai has seen plenty of little girls made to have little girls. Most of the time they don't get to give birth, but forced somehow to abort. But there are some unlucky ones, he knows. ]