Summary:

"I know it's not fair to you. It's such bullshit, I should speak your language. Everyone should. You speak my language so I don't have to guess, but I do have to guess. I'm always guessing and getting things wrong." He swallows, thick and wet into the phone mic, a little exhalation at the end, like it's an effort to keep his spit inside his mouth. "Hollander, you are drunk. Are you alone?" -- 7am in the morning, in Moscow, Ilya wakes up to a drunk phone call from 11pm Dallas.