They ate their dinner in silence and the keyboard on the table just sat there like some animal shamed into silence. There was an animalistic glow about the keyboard and all that Razvik wanted to do was tap on its keys and write something amazing and disastrous with it. He didn't do any of that. Had Wazif not been present at the table, he might have risked a tap on the keyboard. Elina might have stopped him, but he was ready to take her on if it meant that he'd be able to spend time with the keyboard.
He was lost in these thoughts when he realized that the other two had stopped eating and they were looking at him.
"Did you really say all that, buddy?" Wazif had a half-eaten chicken bone in his hand and now it was pointed at Razvik like it was some kind of accusatory finger.
"No offense people, but this keyboard just looks too tempting."
"You want to type on it?" Elina asked.
"I sure as fuck do. You heard me thinking out loud."
Elina nodded as she put a piece of chicken back on her plate and wiped her hands with a table cloth.
"Fair enough. It's your gift and we are nobody to hold you back."
She got up from the table. "I'll hook up the keyboard to a screen."
"Fuck yeah!" Razvik raised his hand to Wazif but the big man still shooting him angry glances and Razvik had to make his high five into a half-hearted air pump gesture.
Elina set up a screen on one of the walls of the hut and connected the keyboard to the screen. The screen blacked out and a blinking green cursor appeared on the screen. Razvik had a grin on his face and his fingers felt like they were going to tear off from his hands and start writing on the keyboard by themselves.
"All yours," Elina motioned him towards the keyboard and Razvik didn't need to be told twice.
He placed his fingers on the home keys and his mind went blank. He had been looking forward to this but now when the moment of truth was in front of him, he didn't know what to type. He felt a cold circle of steel, the unmistakable shape of a gun barrel, press in the back of his neck.
"Better start typing," Elina said, "or I'll paint the screen with your brains."
One or two more.