he was searching through the cabinets, cigarette in his mouth as he murmured to himself. “no, no... not good enough,” he said under his breath, shifting through the various trinkets. he paused to reach for the glass of whiskey he had put onto one of the shelves, bringing it to his lips to take a drink and jumping when he heard a noise behind him. the seance spun round, relaxing when he saw his sister. “fuck, vanya, you scared the scheiße out of me.”
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