Dmitry glanced at the eyebrow and shrugged at it, not quite getting what that was about. He saw a question in that, but it was slightly different. "Couldn't manage to talk anyone into giving up a blanket yet." he confessed, "And none of the shops were so easy to GET things from as they are here. The state gives us housing, sure, but.." he made a little face. "Well, it's also no longer winter, so no one is going to die of cold today."
He didn't need much invitation to finish off the bottle there, nodding as he did and glad that it steadied his nerves. A small packet of tea, very strong smelling and labeled in cryllic poked out of the edges of his satchel as he settled the bottle back in, then took a deep breath because the story was...even though he understood it, he didn't QUITE understand it.
"I was making deliveries for a new boss. Hand over packages, let the customer inspect the merchandise before I leave, but get the money first...This one stuck the needle straight into the arm while I was standing there. Then he started shaking, twitching more like, and..." Dmitry shook his head
"I've seen DT's but those don't ALWAYS kill you. This..well we don't have anything like it yet in Saint Petersburg."