Major Surov:
I cannot help you. I told you already. I cannot even help myself. I was a good soldier. I liked to fight. That's the best kind of soldier. And everything used to make sense, and then you arrived. And now nothing makes sense anymore. You satisfied? I struggled to find out what is right and what is wrong. I wanted to find the truth. That's a lie. It's not the truth I wanted, it's you. You I wanted. All the time, that's all I ever wanted. I loathe you. Look at your hair. It takes hundreds of years of leisure to grow hair like that, and your hand. I don't have to be a palm reader to tell your past, and your skin. I know what it takes to grow skin like that, and your scent. The first time you walked into my office, it was like a battle cry. I should've kicked you out there and then, but I hung on. I wouldn't let you go. I wanted to hold you all winter long. Don't look so frightened. I know you belong to him. Today, tomorrow, the rest of your life. But in spite of it, lying in my bunk at night, I waited like a schoolboy to hear you knock on my door, to have you come in, to hold you till you are out of breath. Get out.
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