He knows a girl in Abax, with golden hair. She speaks Russian with slight American accent, she calls herself Illyana (he calls her- Katya, at some point). She fights well, and she says she is a part of a team, a team that kills bad people.
Nikolai almost smiles. But he is balancing on a knife's edge, in between 'speaking' and 'not speaking', trying to find a lie that will not sink a knife into his heart (because, oddly, he enjoys speaking to this girl).
He smokes to delay time. ]
Maybe not. [ He lets out the ribbon of smoke. ] But British law is soft and won't kill anyone.
[ Stubbing out his cigarette on the ashtray near his elbow, Nikolai keeps his eyes on her. ]
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He knows a girl in Abax, with golden hair. She speaks Russian with slight American accent, she calls herself Illyana (he calls her- Katya, at some point). She fights well, and she says she is a part of a team, a team that kills bad people.
Nikolai almost smiles. But he is balancing on a knife's edge, in between 'speaking' and 'not speaking', trying to find a lie that will not sink a knife into his heart (because, oddly, he enjoys speaking to this girl).
He smokes to delay time. ]
Maybe not. [ He lets out the ribbon of smoke. ] But British law is soft and won't kill anyone.
[ Stubbing out his cigarette on the ashtray near his elbow, Nikolai keeps his eyes on her. ]
You can fight, da?