[ He hears the unheard question, and he leans back against the wall, watching her through the screen.
It's been months since he's been in a place where being a vor means anything. Because pretending, being rude, being harsh- it's like slipping on a mask he doesn't want to wear again but he thinks he should. Not a habit but a duty; a duty he doesn't even know is still necessary. There's always the fear, at the edge of his nerves, that another vor will come in. Someone else. Kirill. Semyon. Azim. Soyka. The machine is randomised; there's no telling who might come in.
Stay away from people like me. It's the best advice he can give to anyone about himself, but sometimes Nikolai wants to feel human instead of just trying to be human.
He has no answer for her. Nothing that he can render into words, especially not to a stranger. Instead, he blows smoke towards her. ]
Only to polite dyevochka who insist they are not little girls.
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It's been months since he's been in a place where being a vor means anything. Because pretending, being rude, being harsh- it's like slipping on a mask he doesn't want to wear again but he thinks he should. Not a habit but a duty; a duty he doesn't even know is still necessary. There's always the fear, at the edge of his nerves, that another vor will come in. Someone else. Kirill. Semyon. Azim. Soyka. The machine is randomised; there's no telling who might come in.
Stay away from people like me. It's the best advice he can give to anyone about himself, but sometimes Nikolai wants to feel human instead of just trying to be human.
He has no answer for her. Nothing that he can render into words, especially not to a stranger. Instead, he blows smoke towards her. ]
Only to polite dyevochka who insist they are not little girls.