“Shut the fuck up and fuck the fuck off.” “He’s tolerable.” She points her thumb at Damien, then directs her attention to Kirill. “You’re not.” “Wise. Very wise, indeed.” Damien retrieves a cigarette and places it in his mouth. “No smoking in the hospital.” She scolds then frowns. “When did you get a haircut?” “Last week. You like it?” He lights the cigarette anyway. “It makes you look like an old man.” “If I’m an old man, you’re an old woman, Rai, and Kirill is…ancient.”
