Gaby has to be careful with this one. A not so loyal (?) son of the country, and with hot little ears listening in possibly from every tree. Literally, if she'd bet her cards right. That's dangerous business, whatever business this man has his fingers in.
"You don't know a thing about me other than how I appear. Something you Russians do a lot of, naturally. But I don't blame you, I'll blame good ol' mother Russian for your schooling."
She hurries along even more, panting breaths issue steam into the open air above her head and now even her ears are chilled right to the bone.
"If I told you that it wouldn't be a story now, would it? And what issue gains the attention of a lumberjack like yourself? Surely they have strong men in the village."
Up ahead, up above in stunning gray she can already spot the plumes of smoke from warm little houses.
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18/9/15 03:22 (UTC)"You don't know a thing about me other than how I appear. Something you Russians do a lot of, naturally. But I don't blame you, I'll blame good ol' mother Russian for your schooling."
She hurries along even more, panting breaths issue steam into the open air above her head and now even her ears are chilled right to the bone.
"If I told you that it wouldn't be a story now, would it? And what issue gains the attention of a lumberjack like yourself? Surely they have strong men in the village."
Up ahead, up above in stunning gray she can already spot the plumes of smoke from warm little houses.