Re: [Atticus' Room]
[Steve took the proffered cigarette between two fingers and took a drag. The smoke burned in his lungs. He handed the thing back. Once upon a time, he would've nearly lost one of his then-useless lungs to that inhale, but no longer. He exhaled, waving the smoke away with his hand.] He's never been Russian. He was captured. [He knew Allen could understand the idea, from a PoW perspective.] He fell off a train in the Alps, ah, we were on a mission. I thought he was dead. But, the Russians took him, experimented on him. [He wouldn't say much more than that, since it wasn't his to tell.] We grew up together. A hundred years ago.