Day s nogotok, proposit s lokotok (Give him a fingernail, he will ask for the forearm)

"Did you tell them anything?"

Illya's head lolled sickeningly as he struggled to fix his gaze on his partner.

"Wha-?" he asked blearily, trying to remember the events of the last twenty four hours and failing. All he could be sure of was that everything hurt.

"Did you tell them anything?" the urgency pierced the fog that had wrapped tendrils around Kuryakin's brain.

"No..." he answered slowly.

"Sure?"

"Nothing," his voice strengthened, "give him a fingernail and he'll ask for the forearm."

Gently, Solo cradled his partner's hands, assessing torn fingernails and shattered finger bones.

"Looks like he's already tried."