[ Me too. He doesn't say that, though, nor does he comment on the fatalistic remark, familiar though the logic may be. We all die someday, what difference does it make, the sort of thing an American teenager with no real grasp of how slow or terrible a death can be constructed to be would say: and even though this guy hasn't said those exact words, Vasiliy gets the distinct sense he's thinking them. ]
I'm Russian. We all smoke.
[ Or damn near everyone, at least. He remembers a few holdouts, but for the most part, those who didn't smoke cigarettes just ingested their tobacco some other way. It wasn't that much different in the Russia he woke up to, either. ]
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I'm Russian. We all smoke.
[ Or damn near everyone, at least. He remembers a few holdouts, but for the most part, those who didn't smoke cigarettes just ingested their tobacco some other way. It wasn't that much different in the Russia he woke up to, either. ]