[ The woman starts screaming as soon as her eyes open, unbelievably shrill, then the shriek turns into words, names he doesn’t know–though he does dimly realize through his own fear and disorientation that the situation certainly doesn’t look good from a woman’s point of view. Not that it’s particularly comforting from his own. ]
I don’t know any of these people. [ Vasiliy then repeats, his stare hard, the previous question, the piece of this that feels the most critical at the moment. ] Who are you?
[ Not that he intends upon being particularly honest as to who he is, not here, at least. Of course she's going to immediately recognize that he's Russian—it's the tradeoff for speaking in a language he is not fluent in, although he realizes that he would be understood, sans accent but avec a particularly dated pattern of inflection, were he to speak his own language and subsequently disclose his approximate date of birth—but Interrogator Ardankin of the USSR’s People's Commissariat of Internal Affairs would be summarily executed before he could even finish expanding upon what the letters NKVD stood for. Probably—definitely, in the 1950s—in his mother country, as well.
And, while he certainly earned every moment of his own end, and would deserve it, if someone finally caught up with him and put him down like a dog— he cannot, will not allow his second executioner to be an American. ]
holy SHIT your voice for her is incredible!!!!
I don’t know any of these people. [ Vasiliy then repeats, his stare hard, the previous question, the piece of this that feels the most critical at the moment. ] Who are you?
[ Not that he intends upon being particularly honest as to who he is, not here, at least. Of course she's going to immediately recognize that he's Russian—it's the tradeoff for speaking in a language he is not fluent in, although he realizes that he would be understood, sans accent but avec a particularly dated pattern of inflection, were he to speak his own language and subsequently disclose his approximate date of birth—but Interrogator Ardankin of the USSR’s People's Commissariat of Internal Affairs would be summarily executed before he could even finish expanding upon what the letters NKVD stood for. Probably—definitely, in the 1950s—in his mother country, as well.
And, while he certainly earned every moment of his own end, and would deserve it, if someone finally caught up with him and put him down like a dog— he cannot, will not allow his second executioner to be an American. ]