Summary:

“More,” Rozanov grunts in English, but Shane is transfixed on the bead of sweat rolling down his temple, down to his tense jaw. “Say more, Hollander.” “Mm, more–” “No, more– Блять–” “No more?” “Ни хрена себе– Say more Russian, Hollander.” or, Shane knows how to say about four words in Russian, and Ilya loses his mind