Communism had to make do with what he had these days. He lived like a mortal and rarely ever bothered to use what little power he could soak up from around the glove. He never felt overly bad for himself because he knew that soon the revolution would occur and he would have the world falling at his feet again. At least that thought kept him going.
When she spoke in Russian, his eyes widened and a smile broke out over his face and he instantly switched into his mother tongue. It had been years since he'd found someone who spoke his language and he had never met an immortal who could do it. "You speak it beautifully. When did you learn?" He asked curiously, glancing down at their joined hands briefly as her touch lingered.
"Oh, you're a drug, then? I like that. Underground economies counterbalance against capitalism and you're not alienated from your labour like everyone else is. And you give the proletariat the means to relax after long days of being exploited." He nodded at her in approval. "Good work." He took a drag on his cigarette and momentarily wished it was a good, strong, Russian cigarette instead. "Well, I just got up after a long nap. Christmas shopping season doesn't agree with me."
He took another puff and his eyebrows rose at her comment. "Keep all your screaming behind closed doors, then?"