Date: 2008-01-13 06:28 am (UTC)
The ashes of anger stirred and gave forth nothing.

A few days ago, Rakitin would have given a bloody chunk of his heart to have the murderer alone in the night at point blank range.

As he looked at the man who had once been called Dmitri, Ippolit could only see a twisted child.

Revenge against such a stunted soul was worse than empty.

"Report me if you want," Rakitin said tiredly. "I won't stop you."

He released a listless laugh.

"Wouldn't it be funny, if we switched places. Me at Magadan, and you here."
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