HUNK never quite understood precisely why Ginovaef had a rabid fixation with his death. Maybe it had something to do with being Russian, or a solider. Probably both.
Typical Nick.
On the other hand, he knew perfectly well why the idea of HUNK dying before him seemed so appealing.
Another stony silence to complement the drunken ramblings. Then, it's almost as if a quiet, chill smile can be heard, felt across the thousands of miles of telephone wire.
"Good." There is a tinge of unnameable emotion in the voice now; whether it's warmth or amusement is up for interpretation.
He had half been thinking Nicholai would burst into a passionate volley of Russian invectives and hang up. He'd been half right, anyway.
"Damage control duty, like before." It's a very coded way of referring to their line of previous work, but its economical in word usage. "Pay's better, room and board provided. I can have the details sent to you."
HUNK has the feeling that he might be grasping at straws, but it's worth a shot, when he says, quietly, "And you'll have that chance to see me bleeding at your feet."
Nicholai might be disappointed when and if he realizes that he might not always be the cause of said spillage of bodily fluids, given the crew they were to police. HUNK has gone over the files of the people invited to the island numerous times and is fully aware of the risks they present.