She leans against Olga, a little less hurt, a little more comforted by the familiar touch.
"They are this place's." She shrugs, eying the somewhat tacky pattern. She hasn't even attempted to make it seem more like her flat in Moscow - it's the standard room first given to newcomers, with precious little personality of its own.
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Date: 2011-03-09 06:13 am (UTC)"They are this place's." She shrugs, eying the somewhat tacky pattern. She hasn't even attempted to make it seem more like her flat in Moscow - it's the standard room first given to newcomers, with precious little personality of its own.