Lev sighs and removes his glasses. He needs to smoke but dwells on it, now’s not a perfect time.
All this information that he acquired and every one of them is frustrating him in the worst way possible. He shouldn’t be feeling like this for something that he doesn’t have a connection to but damn it. This isn’t, in any way, his business but now it is—everything that has to do with France Nam is his business.
How can he say that for someone who is basically a stranger to him and who had nothing to do but to make his life a loud hell for weeks? He just knew he has to do it.
Especially when it’s a person who has done nothing wrong yet the world was suddenly against him. He hates this kind of situations and he will never turn a blind eye for this. Even though he forever hates bothersome thin
