Danya placed his cigarette in his ashtray and shrugged. “Well, I figured down here would be a better place for it when I finished. It’s a radio I found in my room. Looked busted but not too bad, and I wanted to try fixing it for you…” Heat swam up Ilya’s neck with such immediacy he threatened to burst into flames. He swore it was because his body was adjusting to the temperature differences between here and the church. Nothing untoward whatsoever.
