Again, Yakov's voice provides the unemotional counterpoint: Save it for Barcelona.
Because it's true. They'll both be there. And so will Viktor.
(And when he wins, everyone will be watching him.)
There isn't that much more to say apart from the obvious. 'I have to get back. Yakov doesn't know that I left.' But he lifts his chin then, and continues in a more admonishing tone, 'A taxi from here to the airport shouldn't cost more than 2500 rubles, maybe 3000. Fixed rate. Anything more than that is a rip-off. Get the hotel front desk to call for it, and don't let the driver touch your bags or he'll try to make you pay extra.'
He knows his city. Katsudon doesn't. And Viktor's not here.
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Because it's true. They'll both be there. And so will Viktor.
(And when he wins, everyone will be watching him.)
There isn't that much more to say apart from the obvious. 'I have to get back. Yakov doesn't know that I left.' But he lifts his chin then, and continues in a more admonishing tone, 'A taxi from here to the airport shouldn't cost more than 2500 rubles, maybe 3000. Fixed rate. Anything more than that is a rip-off. Get the hotel front desk to call for it, and don't let the driver touch your bags or he'll try to make you pay extra.'
He knows his city. Katsudon doesn't. And Viktor's not here.