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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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[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.

[[This guy is... a soldier? He picked up that much. No, was a colonel is what he said, but a majority of the foreign words (even his name) slid past him. But "Mr. Volgin" stuck.]]

A-Alright... it's nice to meet you too, Mr. Volgin...

Perhaps we can go out for drinks some time, Ron.

R-Really? You would want to do that with me?

I mean, umm, I'm not once for drinking much, since I've never really done it besides once and that didn't end well, and

Of course! Good looking guys have to stick together, I think.

[just as keikaku]

And don't worry. I'll show you all the good drinks.

[Volgin turned to Raikov once again, of the many times he had already.]

/Drinks? Really?/

[A gesture of his head in Ron's direction, then... a smirk.]

/Testing his measure after a spot of alcohol, are we?/

/Maybe./

[Raikov turned to Volgin and grinned]

/Aside from my first intention, he does seem like a decent enough guy./

I'm not sure it matt

But... I-It couldn't hurt, if you really want to, that is.

I'd love to.

Time, place.

[He rolled his wrist for continuation from either party, glancing between the screen and Raikov.]

I'm quite free.

Wh-What? Am I suppose

Whenever you want to, I'll try to make time. ...That is, of course, if I'm not actually on security duty, which is entirely a possibility since I work a lot of shifts, esp

Nights are better for drinking. How about some time next weekend?

Sure! Whatever you'd like! J-Just let me know whatever I need to know and I'll be there!

Next weekend.

The Cock and Plucker.

[Volgin's tone was not allowing much in the way of choice, even if Ron had any objections.]

[Oh, that bar served some good memories.. Such as blowing Miller under the table-wait.]

10 o'clock.

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