Bạn biết điều gì sẽ giúp được gì không? “Tôi hỏi, không bắt mắt anh ấy. Lịch sử, nhưng bằng cách nào đó, bạn biết tất cả mọi thứ về Đông Âu. ” Đây không phải là những gì tôi có trong đầu, “Tôi kêu lên. Tôi có thể nói rằng anh ấy đang trên bờ vực cười một lần nữa.” Chọn. Đó là cái này hay cái kia. “Tôi thở dài. Chúc ai đó sẽ giết radio này.
You know what would help?” I asked, not meeting his eyes.”Hmm?””If you turned off this crap music and put on something that came out after the Berlin Wall went down.”Dimitri laughted. “Your worst class is history, yet somehow, you know everything about Eastern Europe.””Hey, gotta have material for my jokes, Comrade.” Still smiling, he turned the radio dail. To a country station.”Hey! This isn’t what I had in mind,” I exclaimed. I could tell he was on the verge of laughing again.”Pick. It’s one or the other.”I sighed. “Go back to the 1980s stuff.”He flipped the dail, and I crossed my arms over my chest as some vaguely European-sounding band sang about how video had killed the radio star. I wished someone would kill this radio.
Richelle Mead, Frostbite