[ Vasiliy has no idea what that is, but he has a pretty good idea based on the name alone. When her eyes fall to his hand, he grimaces slightly, awkward. What the fuck do you say in this situation? ]
Apparently. I woke up and it was bleeding.
[ A pause. ]
If this isn't dream and everything here is real, it could be too easy to get out. I wake up and already have blood on my hand. Something else could be on other side of this door.
[ Like someone waiting to drag them off, a decidedly Soviet fear ingrained in his very DNA. The wall outlets here look American, but that doesn't mean that they're not in some culture or era where that's very much something that their captors can do—already, they're probably being watched. ]
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Apparently. I woke up and it was bleeding.
[ A pause. ]
If this isn't dream and everything here is real, it could be too easy to get out. I wake up and already have blood on my hand. Something else could be on other side of this door.
[ Like someone waiting to drag them off, a decidedly Soviet fear ingrained in his very DNA. The wall outlets here look American, but that doesn't mean that they're not in some culture or era where that's very much something that their captors can do—already, they're probably being watched. ]