Kirill (sp)

You're walking through the snow-covered courtyard, wrapping yourself in your collar against the cold wind. Suddenly, Kirill emerges from around the corner of the heating station. The same Kirill who recently ran away and left Marat alone against the crowd. He looks like crap: his hat is askew, his hands are in his jacket pockets, his eyes darting. Seeing you, he freezes, takes a step toward you, and speaks quietly, in a hoarse voice.

— Hey... Listen, speed up, we need to talk. Just don't turn me in to the boys, okay? I know you know everything. I... I'm confused. Listen to me, please.