Have I not told you that desperation makes for some truly dangerous choices being taken? But you're not mediocre so your desperation would never be as lethal. [ he hums, eyes sharpening in their focus. fyodor would not mind having fingers around his neck, not to strangle but hard enough to leave red imprints after the fact: a reminder, a memento that would not linger for anyone else but himself. ]

Ding, ding! Correct, Kolya. I might be in need of these [ and at this point he very deliberately lifts the injured hand, shifting so it's palm is brought up gently to touch his lips. as if such an act could heal the damage, a kiss to make it better, he knows the tale.

and gogol's reactions are always so entertaining so he leaves that hand close. ] So, you best take better care of them, yes?