Major Ivan Raikov (
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FISSIONMAILED: That better be paint and not what I think it is.
[Ivan was relaxing in one of the outdoor rooms. The sun shining, a cool breeze blowing through his hair. A stash of snackcakes by his side...
...and a sniper positioned on an adjacent cliffside several hundred feet away.]
...and a sniper positioned on an adjacent cliffside several hundred feet away.]
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WHACKS YOU OVER THE HEAD WITH IT, AND THEN PROCEEDS TO SHOOT YOU POINT-BLANK.]
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Victory: Success.]
...There.
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[AND MY FAAAAAAAAACE, THERE'S CUTS ALL OVER IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!]
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....Jerk.
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You were a good sport~
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[BOOT IN YOUR FACE SLOWLY PUSHING YOU BACK.]
Ge-off.
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Ivan relents, rubbing the dirt off his face with clear disapproval and mock hurt.]
How disrespectful...
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Says the one who beat me with a rifle.
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That was just revenge--look what you did to my uniform!
[In fact, now that he reminded him he was angry again, and gave Pierre a good kick.]
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You can wash it!
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[Why must you constantly think he doesn't think ahead for your ease?]
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Then clean it off with your tongue.
[He holds out his arm.] Come on.
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Well I have something else you can suck on--
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Let's go see if what you claim is true.
[Raikov heads over to the escalator, beckoning Pierre.]
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