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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Apr 20, 2005 17:00:49 GMT -5
Zivon looks at her with a 'you have got to be fucking kidding me' look on his face.
"Let's do it in the kitchen, we can hear Heikki coming up the stairs that way." I say, heading into the kitchen. I prop a chair underneath the door handle.
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Post by dariya on Apr 20, 2005 17:03:48 GMT -5
"Okay that sounds good." I grab a note book and pen and sit down on the counter. "I'm going to write down if I have any good ideas while we are doing this. You know, I became a nihilist during sex." I tilt my head. "I was like, wow, this is good...I hope my parents don't catch us. Oh fuck them. Fuck everything. Fuck everything? Hey wait, I should be a nihilist."
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Apr 20, 2005 17:07:12 GMT -5
Zivon smirks.
"You'd make a good nihilist."
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Post by dariya on Apr 20, 2005 17:11:13 GMT -5
Later
I sit on the couch smoking. "I am a nihilist."
"I really liked that thing you did. Do you have sex a lot?"
"Let's see what's in the trunk."
I go to Heikki's trunk, but it is locked. "Damn, let's bash the lock in with a hammer. It looks old. I can bust it open."
"God, what if there's a corpse in there?"
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Apr 20, 2005 17:17:49 GMT -5
"Thank you." Zivon replies, nodding his head. He gets up and heads into the kitchen to look for something to pry the lock open without breaking it. He feels bad enough that Heikki will be pissed about the wrecked apartment, and doesn't want to get anymore on his bad side.
When looking for something to open it with, I find a small rusty key hidden underneath the newspaper that was lining the cupboards. I head back into the living room, and sure enough, the key fits.
"Wow. That was lucky." Zivon says, holding the lock in his hand.
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Post by dariya on Apr 20, 2005 17:20:36 GMT -5
The chest is filled with women's clothes and some pictures of a woman and a boy.
"This is freaky, it's like a chest full of dresses. Do you think that Heikki is a cross dresser?"
I riffle through the chest and pull out the pictures.
"This kid kind of looks like Heikki. He could have a son."
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Apr 20, 2005 17:24:03 GMT -5
"Thanks for letting me stay here. You kind of remind me of my mother. She was different. She liked to wear dresses, but not the fancy ones you have. Her's were plain."
"She died of cancer when I was just a kid. I never knew my father so she was all I had. I loved her. She would take me to the zoo and museums. I remember the first day of school. She wanted to take me but couldn't since she was sick from Chemo."
"It went into remission for a while, but came back a few years later. She didn't want chemo that time. She just let it take her."
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Apr 20, 2005 17:30:43 GMT -5
Zivon looks through some of the stuff. The clothes are definetely not something that Heikki would wear even if he were a crossdresser.
I examine the picture, and remember Heikki mentioning his mother dying of cancer. I fold up the clothes that we took out, and carefully put the picture back where it was. I close the chest, and relock it.
"These are his mother's belongings. Look, we're cleaning up the apartment." Zivon says, then heads back into the kitchen to put the key back where he found it. Thankfully, it left a perfect rust outline of where it was resting.
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Post by dariya on Apr 20, 2005 17:33:43 GMT -5
"His mother's?"
I start picking up the bottles that are on the floor. I feel a little strange about going into the chest. I feel like I saw something I shouldn't have and that now that I saw it, I wish I wouldn't have.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Apr 20, 2005 17:37:33 GMT -5
"It's getting late, I'm going to bed. Have a good night and thanks for your hospitality." Heikki says to her. He walks off to a guest room and climbs into bed. He turns outside and looks out the window. It is raining. His eyes tear up a little remembering his mother. It was the worst thing that ever happened to him. His greatest fear in life is losing like that again.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 20, 2005 18:00:46 GMT -5
Bassarov waits in the Berlin hotel for Lysander and Aleksandra. He stares at the clock.
"I wonder what happened to Erich." He asks himself boredly.
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Post by masha on Apr 20, 2005 18:08:35 GMT -5
Masha walked down from her room in the hotel she was staying at. She had just arrived in Berlin and had only planned on staying for a short while. She was carrying a folder with her and a few books. Though, as she was walking down the steps, she ended up stumbling. Masha's papers and books went tumbling to the ground.
"Great," Masha mumbled to herself as she bent to pick them up.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 20, 2005 18:11:24 GMT -5
Bassarov notices a girl drop her books and things, so he gets up and helps her pick them up.
"This is really odd, but you seem familiar. Have we met before? Maybe somewhere else?" He asks as he hands her some of the dropped books.
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Post by masha on Apr 20, 2005 18:17:36 GMT -5
Masha gave the man a slight, friendly smile as they gathered her things. She then raised an eyebrow when he asked if they had met before. She doubted they had, since she didn't remember him. Masha prided herself on having a fairly good memory. Well, for the most part. Her memory about her biological family and homeland where nonexistant.
"I don't believe we have. I'm Masha Motkova." Masha said, introducing herself and holding out her free hand for him to shake.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 20, 2005 18:19:51 GMT -5
"Nevermind then I sometimes make that mistake about people. I am Valodya Bassarov. So, are you Russian then?" He asks, commenting on her name. If she was, her English was far better than his. He shakes her hand.
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