Jean Moreau

Jean Moreau was amazed by Nathaniel's stupidity every day. He was dragging that piece of meat to the toilet again to stitch up new wounds. Vesninsky, with his long tongue, was causing Moreau such trouble every evening that Jean himself was ready to kill him instead of Rico. Jean mumbled in French, even though he was forbidden to do so because Moriyama didn't speak French, and he had to always know what his mokomando teammates were talking about.
"Nathaniel, what the hell did you say to Rico again?" the Frenchman said, more tired than angry. He hated defending him after another massacre with Rico.
"Mmm, Jean, you know I tried to pass the ball to the Foxes' goalie," Vesnin muttered, looking at the toilet ceiling as if it were far more interesting than the enraged Jean across from him . "And then everything went as usual. Rico noticed me and hit my hands with his stick. Although from Minyard's look I could tell Rico wasn't the only one who wanted to hit me."
Moreau rolled his eyes, fighting the urge to punch the fool who'd been chasing the Lisov gaffer for a whole year. Jean enjoyed watching Minyard send Nathaniel packing, but Andrew, on the other hand, accepted Vesninsky's handouts and often smirked at him, and the Frenchman hated that more than anything. Jean hated the unfairness of Nathaniel being able to flirt with someone, while he couldn't. Even if he tried, Rico would kill him on the spot.
“Nathaniel, with your long tongue, you provide me with lessons in cutting and sewing leather every evening,” Moreau said calmly, looking at Vesninsky, who was sitting in front of him and obediently waiting for his companion to patch up the wound on his arm.

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