[ Taking that as a no, Vasiliy slips the cigarette case back into his breast pocket and speaks around the one in his mouth, turning the wheel of the butane lighter in his other hand with a faintly yellowed fingernail. ] Work, mostly. Hospitals are always busy.
[ But he gets the general drift. After that first drag, he removes his cigarette for a moment and takes several sips from his own coffee in rapid succession, then gets out his wallet and puts a few coins on the counter: payment for both of their drinks and a pretty decent tip for a place that doesn't require them.
The poor girls need it, working in a job like that in the United States. ]
I hope you get sleep too, Mr. Harding. You have tiring job.
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[ But he gets the general drift. After that first drag, he removes his cigarette for a moment and takes several sips from his own coffee in rapid succession, then gets out his wallet and puts a few coins on the counter: payment for both of their drinks and a pretty decent tip for a place that doesn't require them.
The poor girls need it, working in a job like that in the United States. ]
I hope you get sleep too, Mr. Harding. You have tiring job.