I think it is you who shouldn't have gotten in my way, [ The Russian rolls easily from his tongue as he reaches and grasps the nearest object as a weapon. It's a table lamp, but it's better than nothing as the other's own posture becomes more threatening. ]

How fucked are you that they aren't even giving you some kind of allowance? Get your own food! I paid for that, it's mine! [ He snarled, not backing down an inch, despite knowing it was probably in his best interests to do so. ]