"Isn't it tiresome being wise and right all the time?" Katya huffs, something she has most definitely said before. She slumps down further into the comforter (and if she gets blood and dirt on it... she was being honest when she noted that she had no personal stake in it).
"There is a boy, in the bar, another American." She shoots Olga a sidelong glance, teasing despite residual grumpiness and pain. "He has a brother, back where he is from."
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Date: 2011-03-20 01:00 am (UTC)"There is a boy, in the bar, another American." She shoots Olga a sidelong glance, teasing despite residual grumpiness and pain. "He has a brother, back where he is from."