"It's okay," she says softly, though she doesn't loosen her grip now.
For a moment she's silent at the question. It's somehow surreal hearing him ask that, and it takes her a moment to get her mental bearings again through the vague haze of fever and the disorientation of that voice, bringing up those memories...
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For a moment she's silent at the question. It's somehow surreal hearing him ask that, and it takes her a moment to get her mental bearings again through the vague haze of fever and the disorientation of that voice, bringing up those memories...
"Russia."