More than a piece of earth

Cap2: But I've never told you everything

(_ _ _ _) = translation / clarification
<< _ _ _ _ >> = dialogue
{_ _ _ _} = thought
<{_ _ _ _}> = foreign voice that is not the character's thought but feels it as his thought even if it is not
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Pov of Ruslan

???? <{ Ruslan wake up~ }>

Me << mh ... >>

???? <{ wake up }>

Me << what ... >>

???? <{AND WAKE UP !! }>

Me << I'M AWAKEN- ah >>

Ra << don't worry Ruslan, there's no need to fret >> my sister Raisa tells me (Belarus / the name should have started with B but apparently there are no Belarusian female names starting with B), while I am sitting, with my legs bent close to my chest and my hands on my head, in a vague attempt to relieve the sudden pain.

Me << wha- >>

Ra << we are in the infirmary, you passed out for quite some time and the meeting ended about 10 minutes ago. Mr. London didn't take it easy with that umbrella, now you have a cut on the left side of your head ... It's not very big though, only seven stitches! and you will probably feel dizzy for a couple of days but don't worry, you will recover.
Now if you don't mind I should go and warn UN that you woke up >> and left the room while saying the last sentence.

Me << ... ok >>

I look confusedly at the door my sister came out of as I think back to what she just said to me.

Me {I love how Raisa is always full of energy and positivity. It is something that is needed in our situation ...}

???? <{ Yes ... We are all in a situation of flatulent organic waste, think that mine started when I was born }>

Me << you again! Who the hell are you ?! Answer me! >>

???? <{ wo- wo-, fade the winds man, no need to scream }>

Me << first of all I'm not your friend, and second you answer the question >> I say as I look around trying to understand where the voice was coming from, but it seems like being everywhere in the room.

???? <{ what if I don't want to?~ }>

Me << you just do it! >>

F << who are you talking to? >>

Me << Mrs. Paris? >>

I turn around to meet a very confused Francine, and next to her her husband Gratian with an irritated look and his arms crossed over his chest.

Me << I was, uh ... t-there was a voice, like a child talking to me and- >>

G << oh! Great, now he hears the voices. Perhaps its president is not the only one who has lost his mind. >>

F << Gratian! Oh, forgive my husband, Mr. Москвая ​​(Moskva). You know, he is very frustrated by the situation of the last two years, not to mention the recent absence of his queen, after all she was like a mother for him ... >>

Me << Yes, I understand, Miss Paris. For no one these two years have been the maximum; especially for you, since your son has already disappeared at the beginning of 2020 >>

G << he is not our son and in any case he probably only went to some desert island to avoid responsibility >>

F << Gratian Brian London, we have already talked about it! >>