"He was either a lovelorn tragic hero, or an idiot who couldn't keep it in his pants, depending on how you want to look at it- which is is a little bit true of a lot of guys. But basically- it was a day like this one, you know? Grinding. Gruelling. I cast until my nailbeds cracked. Then, Mayakovsky came in with a tray for my lunch, and a glass. He poured exactly two fingers of vodka into it, drank the first finger himself, then gave it to me, and when I'd swallowed it, he just belted me, slapped, right across the face."
With Quentin's ear for nuance, he recreates the man's accent down to practically the part of the continent he's from;
Case in point: she lifts her brows, surprised, but she doesn't seem all that shocked. "Definitely Soviet," she declares knowingly. "They don't do it that way so much on our side of the KGB, but I've known men like this."
"If it's all the same to you, though," she adds, "I'll take the reward and not the punishment."
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Date: 2016-03-30 11:49 pm (UTC)With Quentin's ear for nuance, he recreates the man's accent down to practically the part of the continent he's from;
"Zhat is for doubting yourself."
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Date: 2016-03-31 12:08 am (UTC)"If it's all the same to you, though," she adds, "I'll take the reward and not the punishment."
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Date: 2016-03-31 02:10 am (UTC)He says, sincerely, finally showing her to the door.
"Now go get some rest. I'll see you soon, Nina."