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☭ один [1] -- TEXT, ACTION

* * * * * * Attn Students, Co-Workers, Interested Parties: * * * * * *

I am back teaching at your facility. My area of expertise, if you so remember me, will be "Culinary Arts". It carries an emphasis in Russian cooking around the late 19th, early 20th century. If you are not willing to accept the knowledge of my people so generously offered, then you are free to arrange a time and a place between the both of us, using my contact information below:

e-mail: y.volgin@smash.edu
messenger: ybvolgin
office: [Office Location -- it's in the cluster near his class]

I will swiftly mend your erroneous ways.

It is a pleasure.

- Y.B.V.

[[ ACTION // Volgin arrives back home. ]]

[Okay, placeholder here, but all you need to know is Volgin dispatched Katya and trashed the place. She's in the toilet. I'll flower something out in a few.]

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[Oh. Oh. This man...! Raikov looks quite surprised at this reply]

How... beautiful!

[He looks off camera for a moment]

Zhenya, come look!

[Thunk, thunk, thunk.

A very large and very brutish man peers into the feed, appearing from the hall and joining the first man who might be a bit easier on the eyes than the newcomer.

Needless to say, if that brief quirk of his brow indicates anything, he is in firm agreement as he positions himself into a more formal sit befitting of his... well, hired assignment.]

The only one this school has to offer currently, I am afraid.

[He offered a smirk.]

Have anything against Russians?

[[WHOA!!! He had all right to be nervous just reading that! This man is... terrifying! Ron's expression is appropriate in conveying such feelings, naturally. He's never been one to be good at disguising his emotions.]]

R-Russians? No! No, that's not what I meant at all. Err, sort of. I mean, wait! It's not against Russians, since I'm completely okay with that and all, but maybe it had more to do with your

[Raikov leans closer to the screen, raising an eyebrow]

You mumble too much. Speak up. English is not our first language.

[It was obvious Raikov spoke it better though. He had a very slight accent at this point. Volgin's was much heavier]

[Volgin could be heard chuckling, if leaning over to mutter something in Russian to Raikov, although keeping it quite audible for their audience.]

/Quite the character, isn't he?/

[He turned back to Ron.]

You heard him.

Sorry! I'll speak louder from now on! ...Well, I would, if this wasn't sort of a

Um, I sort of forgot what I was saying.

[And Raikov replied back in Russian]

/He is-/

[He paused, taking a moment to look at Volgin]

... /Not the brightest though./

[A huff.]

/I concur./

[A rough cough, a clearing of the throat:]

About my class. My culinary knowledge?

[He tapped his fingers a few times.]

The valuable knowledge I am offering to you out of my own obligation to... [He rolled his hand a few times in gesture.] ... "give back to the community?"

Oh, right! Your class. Well, to be precise, you aren't offering me the knowledge since I'm part of security

B-But I was trying to talk about your resolve not to allow your students any flexibility in class! I mean, it's completely not my choice since I'm not the culinary arts teacher and you are, and my opinion probably means nothing to you, but I just thought that maybe

....

[Another look to Volgin, then back to Ron]

... The students are special here. You'll learn that soon enough.

Everyone keeps telling me so, and I've been here for long enough that I think I might understand that now. I haven't seen any extreme examples, though... [[His hands, though off-screen, clasp together on his lap. It's visible in the way he's sitting, this change.]]

Is that why you are focusing on a specific sort of cooking or something?

[Volgin rumbled.]

Petition the school if you are not satisfied with my offering. Would you rather I teach you something I didn't know?

[[Wow this man made him nervous. It made him even more nervous to imagine meeting him in person. He made the other man on screen appear so little...! Although he wasn't sure how big they were - maybe the smaller of the two actually was a little person, and...

That was a thought he couldn't be thinking right now. He suddenly remembered he was a little scared. And he shouldn't be spacing out right then in the middle of a conversation.]]

Err... you probably have a point there... That is, teaching something you're familiar with...

It's like how I teach Figure Drawing, because that is my area of expertise.

[He looks back at Volgin and mutters something in Russian again]

/He's cute when he's nervous./

[Ron could see the giant Russian roll off a chuckle at Raikov's remark, both of them snug behind their language barrier and their more honest thoughts and asides.]

/I could see you having your way with him./

[He gave a small shake of his head.]

Well, I suppose we're in agreement.

Any other questions? Observations? ... [He rolled his hand again.] ... Thoughts?

... Mumblings?

N-No... Sorry for bothering you about it...

[Time to be straight forward]

What's your name?

[[This question apparently catches him off-guard, as if he didn't expect to be asked that. Or maybe it's just that he has a bad habit of forgetting to introduce himself... It's a streak.]]

Huh? Oh, I'm Ron DeLite.

[Volgin glanced at Raikov for a moment.]

"Delight"? Like... happiness?

[Mumble:]

/What kind of surname is that?/

/American, I suppose./

Ron DeLite... What a cute name.

[THAT IS NOT AN INNOCENT SMILE]

I'm Ivan Raidenovitch Raikov.

Oh, but, umm, it's not "Delight." It's actually "DeLite", so it's not like the word, but spelled like a last name.

[[AS IF PEOPLE CAN JUST LIKE READ THE AIR SURE RON]]

So... do I call you Ivan? That's a long name.

Raikov, please.

Okay... Raikov. [[He pronounced it awkwardly, as he would the first time he heard a strange name.]] It's... nice to meet you!

[Volgin cut in with his own gruff greeting, a hand on his large chest for emphasis:]

Yevgeny Borisovich Volgin, former GRU colonel of the once-proud Red Army, great terror of the grand halls of Groznyj Grad and global threat.

[A beat.]

Mr. Volgin, if you will.

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