He hears the Russian's teeth literally smash together. It seemed his temper hadn't reduced any now that he's sober. Then again, HUNK had hit a sore spot intentionally.
He turns to set his gaze on Ginovaef. The gaze is almost sightless, and the other might be able to read that the outburst had been filed away.
Alexander might have been one to insult Ginovaef's homeland, but HUNK had done it to garner the reaction.
There's a silence as he notes that he's effectively pushed the Russian away. Not smart, but useful information. He'll be careful not to do it again. He doesn't need Ginovaef to feel like he's not wanted.
HUNK takes a deep, searing lungful of smoke, the cigarettes smoldering down to a stub. He drops it to the path and scuffs it out, then does something the other, if he had been looking, might construe as odd. He picks up the butt and tucks it into the combat pants pocket before moving on.
"It's not far from here. You probably saw it in the air." If he hadn't been too busy biting off the heads of live chickens, that was.
HUNK kept the silence, waiting for Nicholai to make the next move, regain equilibrium.