I added this bit of conversation to the deer skinning scene:
She went on with her work, cutting at the skin around the back of one of the hind legs. Nervously, I took a few steps toward her. I examined the deer, of what was left of it. The head and legs had been removed. I spotted the severed parts on the ground on the other side of the tree with a saw beside them.
“What do you do with the leftover parts?” I asked, trying my best to sound casual in spite of the fact that my heart was pounding.
“Katyusha takes them and feeds them to her chickens,” Anna replied.
“Oh,” I said, “I didn’t realize that chickens eat meat.”
“Well, they do,” said Anna. My cheeks began burning. I must have sounded like an idiot. I tried to think of something I could say that would make me sound wise and impressive.
I pointed to the large, round muscle of the rump and said, “This is the Gluteus Maximus, and this,” I pointed to the muscle that ran down the top of the leg, “Is the bicep femoris.”
Anna stopped what she was doing and looked up at me with a raised eyebrow and scowling lips. I pulled my hand away and stared down at my feet. I thought about just running away, but since I’d said I was interested in buying meat, I couldn’t.
“I… I’m going to be a doctor,” I mumbled, “My father was one and I used to read his books.”
Anna laughed and returned to what she was doing.
“Can I help you with anything?” I asked in a low voice.