vasilyevna.

          _{she  steps  forward  again,    close  enough  to  place  a  condescending  tap  on  his  chest,    hand  lingering  for  a  moment,    sarcasm  -  laced     frown  on  her  face.    ‘  and  i  thought  that  you  didn’t  care  about  me  !  ‘    and  with  that,    she  steps  backwards  again.    ‘  guess  you  will  have  to    stop    me  yourself.  ‘}

^{“   i don’t.  “      but she doesn’t seem to register that,  does she ?   it is always the minor gestures that get read and expanded into something greater than those he means to show.   she is already stepping back,   prepared to part into the great other world where threats loom.}    

^{he stays where he is,   watching her for a few seconds,   then deciding it better to reach into his pocket for a cigarette.   there’s no indication in his body that he will leave his spot.    “   be my guest.  no one’s gonna help you out there,  helene.  “}