"Я вырву твое сердце, ты знаешь."
That heavy rasp echoed once again, Justin's peripherals sounding an alert. He winced, feeling a slight squeeze at his throat, fabric entrapping him.
"Too tight-" his small words escaped like oil. The larger individual finding his fault at the little task, fixing his mistake immediately.
You'd think a 'genius' like Justin Hammer would know how to tie a tie.
He felt the silk fabric pressing against him gently, moved and shuffled as it was assembled. The silence burned between them.
"I don't speak Russian." the smaller man trailed off. "It must not have been that important, then, I'm guessing."
Justin smiled, without worry.
*"I'll break your heart, you know."