There's something about what he's observing that makes Kostya's blood run cold. And this in a man who's seen what he's seen, and does what he does. The boy he's been speaking to and the boy he's just watched harvest are making for a powerful dissonance.

Wrong choice, molodoi. Good thing it wasn't his --

?!

Kostya leans over the railing and stares in at the smoke. What the hell is going on over there?!