“What are you doing here, Kirill?” Rai slowly peels the skin off her apple with a small knife. She’s sitting, the hospital table in front of her. Thankfully, she appears healthier despite the brace around her neck. “I didn’t know we were close enough for you to pay me a visit.” He readjusts his glasses with his middle finger. “We’re not. But you’re not close with Damien either.” “Hey, motherfucker.”
