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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 24, 2005 6:22:55 GMT -5
"I am sorry that I accused you. I know you don't have anything to do with it. I was just...not thinking." Bassarov replies.
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Jun 24, 2005 6:31:57 GMT -5
"It's okay... You were in a bad situation..." I sigh. I'm glad he doesn't know of my involvement, but I am done with Kolov. Never again will I go on one of his bullshit assignments. "Well I'll be sure to stop by and visit you. So aside from running how are things going?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 24, 2005 6:33:32 GMT -5
"I feel a lot better now that I am safe. Things are going well. I will talk to you again soon. I should get back." Bassarov says, looking at the time.
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Jun 24, 2005 6:34:44 GMT -5
"Okay. I should try to get back to sleep too. I'll see you soon." I say, and wait for him to say goodbye.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 24, 2005 6:38:12 GMT -5
Bassarov says goodnight and goes to his room. He lays down near Helene and kisses her as she sleeps. He then turns over and gets some rest himself.
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Jun 24, 2005 6:48:42 GMT -5
After I hang up I take just enough time to smoke a cigarette and eat a couple of slices of bread before I lay back down and go to sleep... I'm going to have to try to find an excuse to go to Russia as soon as possible though...
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 24, 2005 7:22:02 GMT -5
Zivon gets back to Boris's place, and immediately sees Helvi in the kitchen. He's somewhat annoyed, since he's had a very long day of work.
"Fuck, I hate Russian children." I hate all children, but especially Russian children right now.
"How was your day?" Zivon asks, kicking his shoes off, and carrying a folder of papers to grade.
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 24, 2005 7:26:08 GMT -5
"My day was good. If I could read Russian I would help you." I say to him, looking at all the papers he has to grade.
"Can I get you anything? Punch and Judy must be out with Boris." I say and go to the fridge. I pull out a pan of jello jigglers. I give him one the shape of a heart.
"Don't worry, it was hearts or Christmas cutters. I guess Boris is lacking in the cookie cutter department." I say as I hand him a jiggly heart.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 24, 2005 7:29:22 GMT -5
"Thanks." Zivon says, eating the heart. As he sits down at the table, he thinks of how jello reminds him of his childhood, and remembers jiggling it in his mouth when he was younger.
"My parents used to make these all the time. And juice ice cubes. We went crazy for this crap. In retrospect, it really shows how stupid kids are. Frozen juice, how novel." I say, with a tinge of annoyance.
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 24, 2005 7:31:18 GMT -5
"So then...you do remember your parents. You said you were orphaned. That must have come later then." I say, taking a seat. I put some oreos on the table. Oreos and jello, I feel like such a kid.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 24, 2005 7:39:01 GMT -5
"Yeah my foster parents." Zivon replies, neutrally. He doesn't really like to talk about them, and he hopes that by showing her that he has little emotional attachment to them, that she won't ask any more questions.
"I was adopted pretty late, I guess. I don't know, whatever..." I say, slipping out. I scratch my head, and look off to the side.
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 24, 2005 7:43:27 GMT -5
I become a little sad, but won't press this, since I am sure the last thing he wants is for me to feel sad for him.
I smile and get up, spin around the kitchen, put away some dishes, then sit back down. The important thing is to look like I am actually doing something. I don't sit down until after he has looked over some papers.
"You should take a break. If you show me what to do, I can do it for you. You look tired and stressed. I started trying to teach myself Russian. Want to see."
I pull out a piece of paper and draw very large and messy Russian letters.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 24, 2005 7:48:01 GMT -5
Zivon looks up, and at her incredulously.
"Well... You gotta start somewhere I guess..." I say, then beside her sloppy writing, I draw how the characters are supposed to look.
"I don't really know where you're going with this one, unless you mean, this one... This is actually one letter."
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 24, 2005 7:51:35 GMT -5
"Your hand writing is so neat and angular." I say, pleased with watching him write.
"Let me try again." This time I start off writing letters, but then create my own pretend letters. I make one that is an upside down triangle with an x on top. That is my favorite.
I go on to invent about 10 new letters.
"That's the nihilist version of the Russian alphabet."
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 24, 2005 7:58:42 GMT -5
Zivon can't help but laugh, despite his best efforts not to.
"Maybe there should just be an international nihilist alphabet." I suggest.
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