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With an exaggerated sigh Dimitri sat down heavily across from Yanin. As expected, Yanin was already wolfing down the food on his plate. Dimitri wrinkled his nose.
“I don’t understand how you can love this stuff so much.”
Yanin glanced up from his plate. “What else is there? If I don’t eat, I die. If this is the only food I’m gonna get, I might as well enjoy it.”
Dimitri stirred his plate with his fork. “ I also don’t understand how you recovered from those wounds so fast. That was a lie, right? What you said to Yulian?”
Yanin grinned. There were pieces of potato in his teeth. “Of course. I’m as healthy as on ox!” He frowned and peered closely at the brown liquid on his plate. “Do you think that’s what this stuff is? Ox meat maybe?”
Dimitri wouldn’t be distracted. “I saw how much blood you lost. There’s no way that was just a flesh wound.”
Yanin stopped prodding his gruel and sighed with resignation. “Okay. I’ll tell you. But only because you’re such a good friend, and because you’re a nosy son of a bitch. That pincer stuck me good, as you saw. It hit my kidney and slid right by my stomach. If it had got me at a little bit more of a right angle, I would’ve been dead in minutes.” He made quick jabbing motions with his fork to illustrate.
Dimitri crossed his arms. “Okay, what about the arm? You definitely broke some bones there.”
Yanin nodded ecclesiastically. “Yep. They’re broke. But slings are so ugly, so I got them to put a cast on my arm while it was straight.”
“You argued with the doctors trying to save your life?”
“I have a very high tolerance for anesthetic,” Yanin confided with pride. “They had to use three times the normal dosage before they got me under.”
“So you’re just going to hope you don’t bang it into anything and leave it hanging at your side for a few weeks?”
“Weeks? I’ll have this cast off in a few days.” Yanin looked at Dimitri with concern. “You really are frail, you know that Dimitri? Here, would you like some of my ox stew?”
“I’m starting to think I’m the only normal one around here and that everyone else is insane.”
Yanin grinned again and resumed eating. In between obnoxious slurps of gruel he said, “But of course we are. The whole world is. Who in their right mind would continuously fight a war for over 500 years.”
Dimitri shrugged and began eating.