That’s abuse. Plain and simple. No exceptions, loopholes, or what have you. We’re finished as a couple. Probably for the best. The talk was coming... but I would have liked to end it nicer than this,” I stipulated.“What’s ‘the talk’ about?” Nadia asked me, truly puzzled.“Fidelity or lack thereof. I’m not the faithful sort. You probably would have kicked me to the curb for that,” I assumed.“That’s not how we do things in Russia. There’s never a ‘talk.’ Woman never bring it up. Man never bring it. I didn't look up as he entered and closed the door."Excuse me, Special Agent Hampton, did I miss something back there?"I looked up at him sharply. "Paul, do you remember what I told you about field agents and questions?" Yes, ma'am, I do. But I don't think that applies to this situation." Why is that?" I wasn't asking a field agent a personal question. I was asking my partner in this investigation a question about a party that is involved in this investigation. Perhaps not personally but as a. .." some sighs of relief was sounded as I could make out shadows of people moving about. Then there was the familiar voice behind me, closer than I wanted, saying "...don't worry I'm here with you..." as I turned I could barely make out the features of the same light skinned guy that bushed past me in the row. It was at that same moment that the small emergency light brighten and went out. Some how I stumbled or he lunged forward and we sort of embraced, I had to grab him or fall on my back,. The first true sensation was the pebbled texture of the asphalt. Damp with the morning dew, the returning flush of blood served only to replace the prior numbness with the deadening cold of the chill macadam. He sat and watched his own digits, entranced as he tried to curl them into a fist, tried to force a response, tried to find fire within himself to send them needed warmth.Street sounds insinuated themselves into his meditations, and he roused from the kinesthetic ennui. Engine noise and.