[ There's a lilt to the words, some vague suggestion of an accent mostly worn away by time. Russian? Eastern European? Hard to tell.
A hand comes up to wave off any concerns, and Ivan manages to settle his weight back onto his legs. There's a dark swath running down the side of his face, but he seems quite unconcerned with it, lifting an arm to scrub it away with the back of his sleeve. ]
I have a hard head.
[ Indeed, apart from the bleeding, he seems fine? ]
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[ There's a lilt to the words, some vague suggestion of an accent mostly worn away by time. Russian? Eastern European? Hard to tell.
A hand comes up to wave off any concerns, and Ivan manages to settle his weight back onto his legs. There's a dark swath running down the side of his face, but he seems quite unconcerned with it, lifting an arm to scrub it away with the back of his sleeve. ]
I have a hard head.
[ Indeed, apart from the bleeding, he seems fine? ]