His lip curls back in a snarl. “Everything is game to you.” She lifts her arms and gestures around the room, at the desk Kirill and I are sitting behind. “Well, what the fuck is this?” Kirill lets out a shout of laughter and claps his hands, loud and slow. “Ten fucking points. Five stars. What’s our scoring system? I don’t know, but Number Eleven wins round one for me.”
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