"It had been so long since I have had good steak." Yeah, Vasily picked up on the only important word in Bryans sentence. Many of the dinners the brotherhood had, you could tell how good you were doing and your level of respect based on whether or not you were served chicken or steak. All the higher ups go steak and Vasily was proud that he earned the red meat almost every meal he had as a made man. He realized he wouldn't be able to bring Danill to one of the larger gatherings like his father had done for him when he was little. Shit, it was like he'd been punched all over again.
As they approached the shopette, Vasily glanced at Bryan, pulling the ice pack from his eye for a moment since it was really cold. "How long you've been here? Not long yes?"