“What do you want?” Jason asked when the Russian hadn't said a word, hadn't even moved for a whole minute, only stared in his eyes with this intense gaze as if he was trying to figure something out. It was only then that Jason realised that he didn't even know the man's name. “Do you want to finish the job?”
The man still didn't move, but he frowned. “Why?”
The Russian's voice was darker that he had expected, and it was rough with something that could be pain as well as emotion. Jason let his gaze take in the man in front of him. He looked somehow different, even though Bourne couldn't put his finger on what it was. He was quite sure now, though, that the man wasn't here on a mission. The small signs told him that. Whatever this was, it was personal.