From where? [ eddie's shit at anything academic, purely, and he's even more shit at geography but he's pretty sure there's no country with that name. not even part of the soviet union.

he shudders, looks at the bed and wraps his arms around himself. he wants to run, wants to get away from this shit. wants to be that coward he normally is when he's not --- not with anyone. alina's here and so eddie doesn't run, no matter what. he swallows, reaches into his back pocket and fishes out the lighter he'd found earlier that week. it's a zippo, one where he can flick open and light without holding anything down like a cheap bic.

he lights it, holds it out toward alina. ] Probably bigger than this, huh? But will it work for now? [ he glances toward the window. ] W-We should get out of here before that volcra and the demo-bats come back for seconds.