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A half crushed cup of coffee sat in his hand, the bench was literal from where he sat on one just across from the Intelligence building. Every now and again his leg bounced, then stopped, then started again.
He could feel the weight building in the inner corners of his eyes turning into dark circles and bags. This time was meant to entice sleep, but it was doing the exact opposite. What even was sleep anyway? They were more like flickers of memories and gunshots. God he was so tired, and had the circumstances been different he wouldn’t have been so restless about it. The lack of sleep was terrible, and he knew it, but his mania wasn’t a product of fatigue.
No, he could feel Ivan.
It was like a crawling pressure, like a trickle of water rolling down his neck and refusing to dry up. He felt like he was being watched with surgical precision.
“Fuck it.” Alfred stood, pushed his glasses up as a bus passed, and his chest tightened because he swore he saw a reflection of Russia against the metal. He turned around, breathing hard, to find no one.
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