[u]"Cyka blayat. Or whatever you fúck's scream."[/u] [i]Blood wrapped around Irina's left arm as she then backed away from Not-Actually-Garin, shaking her head slightly as she did so. If this wasn't the real Garin, then who the hell was this.[/i] [u]"So Resnov, why are the actual fúck are you here, and not in a shed in Siberia?"[/u]