"I believe you, I believe you," Rakitin said. "Poor phrasing."
He relaxed somewhat. There was the sound of faint conversation from the hallway, something that as far as he knew rarely existed concurrent with someone being set on fire.
"What's going on out there?" Ippolit wondered. "He's late."
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Date: 2007-06-13 12:13 am (UTC)He relaxed somewhat. There was the sound of faint conversation from the hallway, something that as far as he knew rarely existed concurrent with someone being set on fire.
"What's going on out there?" Ippolit wondered. "He's late."