Being fucked up was not a foreign thing for Borislav, there was a time when it was more common than it was now, the swelling in his face was almost a comfort. At least he could somehow still feel something, he imagined it was the same for his younger brother. An urge to feel something other than the cycle they had been in their entire lives. Violence and manipulation, prominent things Borislav knew, but they weren’t what he needed to focus on at the moment.
With a small sigh the Russian squinted down at himself, as he couldn’t quite make out the full extent of the damage done to his body, it wasn’t as bad as he had first anticipated, nothing a little alcohol and a steady hand couldn’t fix up. Fortunate for Boris, he was often the one administering first aid in their household, less often to himself and more so with his younger brother who made it a point to fight on a regular basis.
“My– apologies for the delay,” he grunted with an almost hoarse tone, his throat suddenly dry Boris shook his head and blinked his one good eye to glance up at the young woman, a slight nod indicating that he would take her up on her offer. “I’d appreciate a drink more than anything, but I’ll do with a wash rag and potentially a first aid kit?” He paused, as if winded from keeping his tone from wavering like he felt it bordering from doing. Clearing the dryness out of his throat Boris wiped at his before wincing slightly from the motion and glancing back down at the place he knew a gash existed.
Letting out a disapproving sigh, Kat kept her face neutral as she moved back away from the man and towards the bathroom. She tried to keep up appearances around people with whom she had a professional, working relationship. To the outside world, Kat was hard, cold, and unforgiving. She had to be in her line of work. Any sign of weakness and things would go belly up. She tried to be soft when things first started, but as time progressed, she realized that hardness was the only way forward. But there was probably a difference between softness and human decency.
She gathered the first aid kit she knew was below the sink, and then went to grab an old kitchen rag. She threw the items towards Boris once she returned to him, and wordlessly, went to the kitchen to get something for them to drink. She poured two glasses of vodka, drank one, alone in the kitchen, and refilled it. She brought the glasses back into the other room and placed them on the table in front of him.
Kat’s hand rested on the back of one of the chairs, and she paused for a moment before taking a seat across from Boris. “And how does the other guy look?” she finally inquired, curious as to whether things had ended well for the brunet or not so well. She’d put money on not so well, but sometimes you had to go through the fire to come out on top.
