[ With none of her dramatics, he takes the card. ] Oksana. [ Aside from his accent, which turns every word to taffy, it's a fair approximation. He's not throwing the name in her face—on the contrary, it's just a little bit delicate, the way he says it. He watches her while it lingers in the air. Trying to see, maybe, where it does and doesn't fit.
Then, as promised, he extracts a single long match from one of his coat's inner pockets and sets it in her hand. ] Take your time.
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Then, as promised, he extracts a single long match from one of his coat's inner pockets and sets it in her hand. ] Take your time.