"Never on fire." He mused, on his own in injuries. Granted, Void probably didn't have scars to mark his like Vasily did. Granted Vasya's body was full of marks, scars and tattoos that all told a story. He walked in pace with the other man down the hall, already feeling the pain killers kick in and the ice pack was doing it's job.
"Dey do." Vasily confirmed with a nod. "At least, vat can be passed as alcohol here." The stuff Drifter made was closer to what the Russian was used to. Basically paint thinner. Vodka he was used to was nothing like the American drinks that added fruit and other things to it.