Theo didn't stop moving until his name was called and it rang out in his dream, rather his nightmare. He flinched low to the ground and put his bleeding hands up over his head, pleading in Russian and shaking all over." Ya ne khochu eto bol'she Papa, pozhaluysta , pozhaluysta, ne boleye Papa, pozhaluysta, ostav'te menya v pokoye , pozhaluysta , tol'ko segodnya , tol'ko segodnya vecherom , ya ne mogu etogo delat' , pozhaluysta " His words dissolved into near-hyperventilation as he wanted to cry but fought back the urge, years of the punishment getting worse when he didn't take it 'like a man' stifling his natural reaction.