There's a cough on the other line and whatever inhumanity HUNK displays is mirrored by a cold and bitter human shell that is all too telling of Nicholai's state; he's getting old, getting tired and the cigarettes aren't helping anything. And the old jackal knows it too, but he's too stubborn and too pissed off to acknowledge the cough or the hoarseness that comes afterwards. He just inhales again and snorts out streams of silver from his nostrils.
"E-mail; you're getting bolder." Ginovaef's wicked and villainous grin spreads silently across his face. "Here I thought we had you castrated long ago. So sorry to see I was wrong." There's a muffled noise on the line as Nicholai shifts the phone to the other ear, leaning past the coffee table to the ash tray in front of him.
Then, there's his name.
HUNK hasn't his said his name since he dropped his own. It was Alexander when he had last heard the name Nicholai used and it causes Ginovaef to raise a silver brow in both curiosity and disdain. "-what." He says plainly, his voice suddenly becoming a bit more innocent.