Anyway, he rinsed his face, splashed water into his stubbled scalp to make it look as if he’d actually showered, pulled his stuff together, wrenched the door open, and stepped back out into the bungalow’s living room. Vlad was playing a video game on a tricked-out PC that was connected to a large flat-screen monitor. Igor was watching and supplying commentary, but tore his attention away to greet Sokolov. "Please, make yourself comfortable," he said, rolling forward as if he intended to rise to his feet. He had a beer in his hand. "Would you like a beer? I’ll get one for you."