Room 326, evening
After a slow day at Wonka's, Ivanova entered her room and the very first thing she did was bang her bruised wrist on the doorframe.
"OW! frakking frelling rutting gorram . . ." Ivanova continued to curse silently to herself as she gingerly made herself some coffee with one hand. She was seriously considering putting up ads - "Information Wanted Regarding Mystery Bruises" Although around here, no one knew what kind of information she'd wind up with.
"OW! frakking frelling rutting gorram . . ." Ivanova continued to curse silently to herself as she gingerly made herself some coffee with one hand. She was seriously considering putting up ads - "Information Wanted Regarding Mystery Bruises" Although around here, no one knew what kind of information she'd wind up with.