We were split like this was all rehearsed and I was the idiot who missed the memo. Old men in dark coats approached Han like they'd known him for years. Russian. Thick accents, hard faces, those eyes that looked through you. They started speaking to him fluently, too fast for me to keep up.
One of them, the one with a scar running down his cheek, And then they blended Russian and English so seamlessly it felt like they were cooking up secrets right in front of me. I stood there like a ghost, completely invisible, while Han kept nodding, speaking back with that sharp precision like he wasn't just fluent he belonged.
Then Han gestured toward Elvin, who was suddenly Mr. Sunshine with that plastic smile of his. Han introduced him in Russian, and Elvin bowed slightly like he was the damn Prince of Monaco. I almost gagged.
And me? I was just there, nodding along like, Sure, yeah, I totally understand five languages in twenty seconds. No one looked at me. No one cared.
