[Ukrainian, actually, but Proko wouldn't be surprised at the mix up, at this point. He gets it a lot.]

Right, right. We will read again, yes?

[He clears his throat - ahem - and lifts the book up again, tilting his head lazily as he reads--

[Or, rather.]

Who wrote this? [Brightly:] The handwriting is shit. You'll have to read it for me.

[He turns the book to face Charlie.]