[ For a brief moment he can't help but wonder at all of the fluent Russian speakers he seems to keep running into- but the fact of the matter comes back to him again, that he is being stolen from.
He keeps to the Russian, then. Fast, and angry, since the other speaks it well enough to understand. ]
Ever heard of a budget, moron?! That's my shit for the week, I buy more, I forego something else. So put. It. BACK! [ He roars the last word, squaring his stance and snarling, not putting down the lamp. Doing the exact opposite, in fact- squaring himself for a fight he knows he can't win. ]
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He keeps to the Russian, then. Fast, and angry, since the other speaks it well enough to understand. ]
Ever heard of a budget, moron?! That's my shit for the week, I buy more, I forego something else. So put. It. BACK! [ He roars the last word, squaring his stance and snarling, not putting down the lamp. Doing the exact opposite, in fact- squaring himself for a fight he knows he can't win. ]