[ It's bizarre, occupying a social position in which someone would say that to him. Not that people didn't persist in their attempts to hold out when they were interrogated, but... it's different, having that levelled at him in a purposefully difficult way, one completely detached from the interests of survival and personal safety.
Flatly: ] Russia. St. Petersburg, but I am asking about you. Because you are in my house. [ Speaking of. In the light of the downstairs lamp it becomes apparent that the man's still got his filthy shoes on. Vasiliy glares. ] Andβtake off your damn shoes, pig.
[ It'll make it harder for him to run off, yes, but he also has a gun for that. This is more about the cleaning he's going to have to do tomorrow morning, like having his house broken into and the persistent ringing in his ears isn't enough. ]
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Flatly: ] Russia. St. Petersburg, but I am asking about you. Because you are in my house. [ Speaking of. In the light of the downstairs lamp it becomes apparent that the man's still got his filthy shoes on. Vasiliy glares. ] Andβtake off your damn shoes, pig.
[ It'll make it harder for him to run off, yes, but he also has a gun for that. This is more about the cleaning he's going to have to do tomorrow morning, like having his house broken into and the persistent ringing in his ears isn't enough. ]