"You wouldn't say that if you were somewhere else," Taras muttered. "I've lived there all my life."
He adjusted the sheets around his chest, tugging until he got them just right. He thought he might be able to hear the rain in the background, a faint tapping, softer than the sound of Khartov's breathing. Maybe it was just his imagination.
"This place isn't civilized. It's in the middle of nowhere. No wonder some sick fuck went crazy and started killing people. There's nothing else to do."
Taras exhaled. He felt like having a drink, but was disinclined to get up. He had some pepper vodka in the bottom of his suitcase.
"I think we're going to be here for a while yet. Just so you know."
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Date: 2009-02-17 04:26 am (UTC)He adjusted the sheets around his chest, tugging until he got them just right. He thought he might be able to hear the rain in the background, a faint tapping, softer than the sound of Khartov's breathing. Maybe it was just his imagination.
"This place isn't civilized. It's in the middle of nowhere. No wonder some sick fuck went crazy and started killing people. There's nothing else to do."
Taras exhaled. He felt like having a drink, but was disinclined to get up. He had some pepper vodka in the bottom of his suitcase.
"I think we're going to be here for a while yet. Just so you know."
He was silent for a few moments.
"Where are you from?" he asked, suddenly.