[Vasiliy leaves, sweeping by like none of this is the least bit surprising. It's the best outcome Harding could hope for. The longer Vasiliy sticks around, the harder it'll get to talk to him. That could've gone worse, but it could have gone better, Harding decides as as he turns back to his coffee.
But at least there's one silver lining in his shitty cloud: Vasiliy didn't ask how Harding knew his name.]
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But at least there's one silver lining in his shitty cloud: Vasiliy didn't ask how Harding knew his name.]