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So the girl was not of this land either, was she? That would make for distant t informative conversation, and one he did not mind having for this short period of rest he allowed himself.
So the russian conversed.

"What is your name?"

Silence drenched his features, his usual covering was one of quiet. Listening was a trait ypu had to earn, for talking was not a survival tactic of the North. Listening kept you alive. Talking got you killed.
However, this was pack lands, a place of peace within family, or so an outsider would assume, until they stretched their gaze between the dangerous ties of Hadrian and Vector.
The game of russian roulette that continued every rendezvous they sparked together. What was down in the shadows, was a game they played, alone.

His emeralds placed themselves on her face, not staring her in the eyes, though close enough to her irises to give her his full, or what she could believe was to be his full, attention.