[ He's been in America—and healthcare—long enough to get the joke, but he doesn't laugh. Not out of any moral outrage, of course. Just seems low-effort. Besides, he's more concerned with stopping the obvious and unexplained blood flow from his dominant hand. Vasiliy reaches for the tissue box in the center of the bedside table only to pause before the fingers that aren't bleeding make contact: there's a small, neatly sealed envelope, the kind a card might come in, at the base of the table lamp.
He takes it and shakes the envelope open over his lap, lacking any interest in smearing blood all over it by using both hands. His brows furrow as he reads, eyes lingering for a moment on this bit about what amounts to a blood sacrifice—well, that explains what's going on with his fingers, at least.
Vasiliy holds out the letter with his good hand. ]
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[ He's been in America—and healthcare—long enough to get the joke, but he doesn't laugh. Not out of any moral outrage, of course. Just seems low-effort. Besides, he's more concerned with stopping the obvious and unexplained blood flow from his dominant hand. Vasiliy reaches for the tissue box in the center of the bedside table only to pause before the fingers that aren't bleeding make contact: there's a small, neatly sealed envelope, the kind a card might come in, at the base of the table lamp.
He takes it and shakes the envelope open over his lap, lacking any interest in smearing blood all over it by using both hands. His brows furrow as he reads, eyes lingering for a moment on this bit about what amounts to a blood sacrifice—well, that explains what's going on with his fingers, at least.
Vasiliy holds out the letter with his good hand. ]
It says we need to open the door with blood.