Vasiliy rubs the back of his neck with one hand and takes the bag of grounds with the other. "No, no, not at all. I do not have skills and education to be doctor."
He was 27 years old when he learned algebra.
(But also, unlike the average American, he was raised to be humble, and this situation is hardly about him.)
"I am like... basic nurse. For emergencies. I ride in back of ambulance, I keep the patient stable until real medical providers come. It sounds more important than it is." He breaks eye contact then, returning his attention to the coffeemaker as he carefully removes the wet filter and saturated grounds. For a few moments his dark irises dart from surface to surface in search of a trashcan; he tosses the paper filter and opens up a new one upon finding it.
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He was 27 years old when he learned algebra.
(But also, unlike the average American, he was raised to be humble, and this situation is hardly about him.)
"I am like... basic nurse. For emergencies. I ride in back of ambulance, I keep the patient stable until real medical providers come. It sounds more important than it is." He breaks eye contact then, returning his attention to the coffeemaker as he carefully removes the wet filter and saturated grounds. For a few moments his dark irises dart from surface to surface in search of a trashcan; he tosses the paper filter and opens up a new one upon finding it.