Re: [Quick-log: Eddie N/Svetlana K]
[Those boys, they did not make old bones. Their skin acquired ink, spiderwebbed with criminality. They learned silence, cruelty. Trash was not nothing. Normality was nothing, but she had been trash for years. Decades. And now? Normality was dull. It was like blunting blade. There was baker, and that was whetstone.]
I think she has man. [Gossip was small town and big city alike. Too many people who knew your business, but Svetlana rolled her chin in her palm and cast a look, entertained toward old friend.] Man who distracts from business. Is too bad. I will close it down. [Flat finality. It would not be competition long, but she would find other competition. Other threat.]
I could fix machine. [Enigmatic, and her eyes glinted and her mouth was flat-line, impenetrable. But Russia?]