This place is entirely out of order. Do you think you can simply walk around, your hair the way you want and dressing how you like? There are Rules for a reason. Honestly, the nerve of some people ( Read more... )

[Private to Sveta]

Where the fahk is he? You must know. I'm not fahkin' around here.

I swear to Gahd, if he's with you... if he's hurt you, I'll do more than break his nose.

[Private to John]

He's got out. I don't know how he got out, but he did. He managed to fahkin' lock me in his cell in the process. I'll kill him.

I'll find Marco.

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[Maxim is very awkward, and wearing not just a terrible eighties suit, but an eighties Soviet suit. He adjusts his tie and talks softly ( Read more... )

The incessant din from the chambers next to mine is beginning to stir my brains into a fine gruel. Raoul was never so musically inclined. [There's an unwritten "THANK GOD" here ( Read more... )

This place has barely changed. [A pause. Costigan sounds a little older. His accent is less pronounced and he speaks slower and more clearly.] I admit, I didn't expect to see this place again ( Read more... )

Hell of a thirtieth birthday present, this. [She pauses, and scratches behind her ear.] I'm still getting used to that. ...Thirty. I'm thirty. ....Really, actually. [She looks kind of horrified about this fact.]It's closer to Christmas than my birthday, anyway. Or is it? I'm rubbish at keeping track of time. Between work and the kids, I couldn't ( Read more... )

So I've made databases, I've scoured this place for evidence and ideas as to what's going on here. I've got all sorts of software running every day and this doesn't make sense. Nothing seems real. Nothing is real. Except all the evidence points to it seeming that way ( Read more... )