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[Ivan had taken today to sleep in. Curled up in his and Volgin's massive bed, barely noticeable under the lumps of sheets if not for that silvery-blonde head peeking out as a dead give away.]
[Nestled against his chest lay Galina, peacefully snoozing much like her master.]
[All-in-all...it was a completely average, uneventful day.]
[Nestled against his chest lay Galina, peacefully snoozing much like her master.]
[All-in-all...it was a completely average, uneventful day.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 03:30 am (UTC)He was a gambling man. With a terrible record.
For now, he decided on his plan of attack: He eschewed the rest of the frills that came with the formalities of celebration, and went to work on making his gift: food.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 03:33 am (UTC)[The sound of things going on in the kitchen had him throw a pillow over his head.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 03:44 am (UTC)And they had everything thought of. It made Volgin's job easier. There was everything he formerly needed but everything he had previously found had been so greatly improved upon. And worked with his larger hands!
Really, it was almost coming off as too perfect.
Volgin had kept his words low since they had moved in, and this had been all the more incentive to speak in code; he would be doing a more thorough check for bugs when his leg was better, but his initial searches had turned up nothing. Then again, he was working off a knowledge of the latest in espionage gadgets... from the 1960s.
Likely, he was going to have to hire someone else to look.
He gave his current project a scowl as it sat in its bowl.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 03:54 am (UTC)[The younger Soviet was eventually forced out of bed, and trudged his way to the bathroom. Not even bothering to close the door, Volgin could surely hear a steady stream hit the toilet water below.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 04:07 am (UTC)He might have been looking in the direction of the bathroom with a raised brow. It did not contrast well with him doing that cooking thing either.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 04:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-24 04:21 am (UTC)Volgin puffed as he resumed his work, destined to be undisturbed it seemed. Raikov always had been something of a zombie when he slept.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 04:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-24 05:13 am (UTC)Once that was done, he reached over to nudge Raikov, if his slumber survived the disturbance.]
Vanya.
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Date: 2011-10-24 05:18 am (UTC)What is it?
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Date: 2011-10-24 05:26 am (UTC)Ivan, do you remember what day today is?
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Date: 2011-10-24 05:31 am (UTC)Who are you, Rose?]The 22nd...4th? Something like that. [He shifted a bit, further into the sheets.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 05:33 am (UTC)This suit itches.Volgin grunted, pressing back into the attack, nudging Raikov even harder.]
You've forgotten your own birthday?
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Date: 2011-10-24 05:41 am (UTC)Suit? What suit?][He turns his head, cracking an eye open at the other man.]
No? Why would I?
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Date: 2011-10-24 05:45 am (UTC)Then he unzipped the suit, a zipper on his chest, and flipped off his head, Rosemary tossing her hair once that was freed, and leered in:
]"You can't escape me now, Jack. You can't escape, ever."
Oh. Oops. I meant-
Isn't today your birthday?
[Volgin's expression was now turning into something confused himself.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 05:57 am (UTC)And then Ivan woke up from a horrible, horrible nightmare.]Uh...no? [Ivan sits up a bit, suspicious and irritated.]
Why would you think it is?
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Date: 2011-10-24 05:59 am (UTC)I thought it was.
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Date: 2011-10-24 06:07 am (UTC)...Why?
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Date: 2011-10-24 06:10 am (UTC)It would have been.
I need to go check the oven.
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Date: 2011-10-24 06:14 am (UTC)[Dogging him a bit, Ivan crawled his way in front of Volgin before had a chance to try and leave the bed.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 06:20 am (UTC)I was mistaken, that's all.
[He began to push past him.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 06:24 am (UTC)[He smirked, taking a coy little post for the other Russian. Shoulders tilted, head turned slightly away.]
If you wanted to pamper me, you could have just asked~
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Date: 2011-10-24 06:31 am (UTC)Still, this had Volgin tilting his head.]
Hn. Think of it that way, then.
The oven still needs to be checked.
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Date: 2011-10-24 06:36 am (UTC)[Ivan scooted to the edge of the bed and slide down to the floor, turning to face the much larger Russian.]
[He'd have to get it out of Yevgeny why he thought his birthday was today, instead of several months from now. But hey, pampering was pampering, and Ivan had no intention to let such valiant efforts to please him go to waste.
And just to be honest with himself...seeing the man like a deer in headlights did little for his ego. It was unsettling. Maybe over something more serious he could maliciously enjoy it, but not over this.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 07:03 am (UTC)He already had a feeling he would never see the former again.
A shame this Raikov would have seen his avoidance as cowardice, and not the conventional wisdom of not lighting up next to a gas leak. He could already smell the gas.
... And the varenyky!]
Aren't you a good guesser?
[Sure his tone was affectionate, but he still was a little harsher in the nudging business, already prepared for the red spikes of pain waiting for him when he made his mad dash to the kitchen on his bad foot.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 07:09 am (UTC)Smells like it's going to burn~ [Just a slight tease. Hmm...part of him wanted to sit back and make Volgin run to save the food he made for him, and the other part took pity on what it felt like to have a broken limb and be forced to use it.
Very, very slight pity. If anything, he only headed to the kitchen to turn off the stove out of obligation and a...slight sense of compassion. Or was it gratitude? Mush. It was all mush.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 04:56 pm (UTC)However, Volgin still needed to look at it, which soon enough he joined Raikov and brushed him aside to better crack it open and...
... it was faring okay. It looked ready to be taken out, which he reached over for an oven mitt and limped over with the tray to set it aside. The ends looked a little brown, but other than that, passable.
Most of his food had been really just "passable" these days. Something seemed off, like something was missing. Volgin glanced over at Raikov again, cocking a brow.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 05:09 pm (UTC)[Too distracted by the smell of food fresh out of the oven, Ivan was busy hovering above the tray and letting his mouth water--Volgin's look to him went unnoticed.]
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Date: 2011-10-25 07:30 pm (UTC)So, he took a knife and delicately began etching something anyway, the Cyrillic letters rough and crude:
"For better days, long as they are now, but still as sweet as before."
Finishing, barely fitting it all in, the giant surveyed his writing. Good enough.]
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Date: 2011-10-26 02:42 am (UTC)Mmm, delicious~!
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Date: 2011-10-26 02:57 am (UTC)Next week he should be well enough for the splint to come off. There was always that.]
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Date: 2011-10-26 05:17 am (UTC)Where're you going? [He takes a moment to actually chew and swallow before shoveling more varenyky into his mouth.]
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Date: 2011-10-26 07:51 am (UTC)Get off my foot.
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Date: 2011-10-27 01:48 am (UTC)[Not that he minded eating it all himself. Ivan take a look at the pie, about to cut into it when he noticed the lettering.] Hm...?
Did you write this?