[ No shit. He could be overly literal and point out that neither is anyone else here, but he knows that's not what's being alluded to. He stands out, even unintentionally, especially in a place like this at a time like this, and it's natural that they're going to be curious. He expects that as much as he expected his most recent bloodwork results to be a balm—reading people still comes easily to him, even if they're from another culture entirely. Some things are pretty universal. ]
No. St. Petersburg.
[ A renaming he hates—Leningrad had been fine, had been a logical change from the Petrograd he grew up in, but to un-name Leningrad had been an erasure of history.
Vasiliy moves the handles of the shopping bag to his forearm and uses his dry hand to fumble through the folded uniform within until he manages to open the velcro flaps of a leg pocket and produce a small roll of gauze, which he proceeds to start wrapping the bloody palm with. It's more awkward, doing the same familiar movement without a hand to keep the tail of the strip in place. The best he manages is to pin it with his thumb and move his knuckle out of the way when he comes back around. ]
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No. St. Petersburg.
[ A renaming he hates—Leningrad had been fine, had been a logical change from the Petrograd he grew up in, but to un-name Leningrad had been an erasure of history.
Vasiliy moves the handles of the shopping bag to his forearm and uses his dry hand to fumble through the folded uniform within until he manages to open the velcro flaps of a leg pocket and produce a small roll of gauze, which he proceeds to start wrapping the bloody palm with. It's more awkward, doing the same familiar movement without a hand to keep the tail of the strip in place. The best he manages is to pin it with his thumb and move his knuckle out of the way when he comes back around. ]
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