“charades?” she questions, brow lifted slightly. “no … no i do not think that would work..”
she’s biting down on her knuckle then, trying to think about how to go about this. “it’s … hmph.”
“it did not come out in english how i meant it in russian..”
a shake of her head, brows furrowed. “i cannot … find the right words.” a small shrug then. ah the joys of still learning a new language.
pausing in her tracks for a minute — she wasn’t sure why, but that question struck deep, and she needed to think.
“i ..” svetlana pauses again, brow raising. “im not sure actually, hmph.”