Her back turned to him, Vyatka was in the middle of fixing a ribbon on her slipper when he placed a hand on her waist and tried to pull her up and closer to him.
She remembered the regimented buildings, all alike, square and boxy, concrete slabs standing huddled together in exacting neighborhoods. Rows and rows of the identical structures lining the equally similar streets.
The fact that "marche slave" just came on shuffle is fitting lmao
Katarina, smile still on, a rarity that had the whole room staring at her, simply lifted Juliette’s chin and held it up with two fingers before whispering, “Never let them see you down. Sensing weakness, they will stomp you into the ground.”