The lateness of the hour hadn't quite registered to Anatoly until that moment and he greeted Roger with a sheepish smile, hoping he hadn't woken him up or interrupted him from anything important.

"Not really," he answered, surprising himself. He hadn't meant to be so open and honest - he certainly hadn't been with anyone else lately. The last of the vodka was probably to be thanked for that, but there was nothing he could about that now. It might even be a relief to stop hiding. "Do - could we - I want to talk."