Hours went by, but inside the mind of an unconscious James Buchanan, time seemed almost fixed as it tried to piece itself and sort what went where. What vivid imagery he subconsciously saw was from several different points in his life - or what he could immediately remember - and even then, they were merely quick shots of those points. He'd had his memory wiped so many times it was hard to understand what went where.

What was most prominent was the voice echoing Russian words over top of undecipherable whispers. After each word, Bucky made involuntary movements; a twitch of his foot, then a finger before his face began to contort into a look of defeat..

And then everything went black and his own voice echoed.

Я готов отвечать.