Volume 1, No. 1

Banquet / Tyrras ... 13 

"You are now brothers," explained Morozin as he pulled Bellamy away from the flushed worker of Amur Machine Works. "Come, we go out." Morozin held Bellamy firmly by the elbow; a few times he needed to yank hard when Bellamy was about to be adopted into another Russian family.
Outside it was just beginning to grow dark. Morozin lit a cigarette, and led Bellamy into the wood where they urinated against a tree. "How you feel?" he asked as they stepped back into the light cast from the foyer. Before Bellamy could think of an answer, Morozin added, "Let's sit here." He sat down on a rough bench hammered together from birch boughs. "Nightingales, eh?" Morozin continued. "You have nightingales too in Vancouver?"
Bellamy's headache was returning. It was the fault of these Russians, he was thinking. It seemed as if he had been drinking the whole day; a foul mood was coming