Yet another example of why you're my favorite fic author ever. On the surface, this is so simple, and yet it's sprinkled with amazing punch-in-the-gut lines like The baggage (slice in her wrist, Vladimir, the cold fact that when she told him to pull the trigger, she’d meant it) would be waiting when she reluctantly climbed out of this bed, left the comforting shell of this warm sunlit room. Just spectacular.

Thank you so much for this.