Anzu tilts his head back and gives John a long, piercing look — but there's sympathy in it, too. Then he sighs.
"Ah, darling," he says, ruefully. "No, it translates just fine. Katorga. By us we say sent to kozlostan, nu? To the country of the goats, or such bastards as one would call goats. One of the reasons the old tzar got his head lopped off."
He and Lev do sit close together, with their arms around each other — but they both look at John attentively, meaning to include him in this moment somehow.
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Anzu tilts his head back and gives John a long, piercing look — but there's sympathy in it, too. Then he sighs.
"Ah, darling," he says, ruefully. "No, it translates just fine. Katorga. By us we say sent to kozlostan, nu? To the country of the goats, or such bastards as one would call goats. One of the reasons the old tzar got his head lopped off."
He and Lev do sit close together, with their arms around each other — but they both look at John attentively, meaning to include him in this moment somehow.