Summary:

He doesn’t put much faith in luck as a concept. He doesn’t believe in guardian angels, barely believes in the god whose cross he wears around his neck. The only invisible force watching over him is his own goddamned sense of self-preservation. He shrugs. “Oh, is like Russian swear. I don’t think there is a good word for it in English.” or, Bilingualism is Hard When You are Bisexual, Impulsive, and Very, Very Stupid