“You pushed him.”
“Yeah. But right now Berlin looks good.”
“Does the noose look good to?”
“I will give it time here.”
“And behave yourself.”
“There’s no fun in that.”
Later that evening Anatoly feeling remorseful paid Nikita a visit in her quarters. Her lack of welcome was a decidedly frosty one.
“How do you like your room?” he asked leaning against the door jamb.
“It’s a room and it does fine,” she replied without looking up from a book.
“Ah. I have upset you.”
“Don’t go there.”
“Maybe I went too far,” he admitted.
“I said don’t go there. Just leave it. It cannot be undone.”
He moved toward her, Irma laying full stretch on a bunk, novel balanced below her bust. “I’d rather there was no ill feeling between us.”
“So you can give your f**k piece one whenever you feel the urge?”
