[один]

[kol_shevik]

Ah.

Привет, Mayfield.

Russia would like for you to be knowing that years have not been kind to you, comrade. Your stench of rotting Capitalist Decadence is as sickening as always. You will be doing us both a good favor now and returning Russia to proper bed with proper underwear on, Да?

Да.

[ dial

tone. ]

[ oh wait--]

And be returning Russia's

Comments

[kleinefurstin]

D-did you really need to air something like that?!

[t-thinking Russia is wearing something decidedly... unseemly.]

[kol_shevik]

Is very vital information. Every comrade must know of the Capitalist Threat beating on their little tiny doors!

[kleinefurstin]

T-tiny little doors--

Your sister would probably be perfectly happy to make you a new pair.

[kol_shevik]

Town should not be stealing such things in first place! Is rude and also forcing Russia to speak of things that should be left private!

[lotuslife]

[well, then.

there's no use, really, in pondering why he's back, or how. it's the tone of his voice that makes her hang up the phone and go straight to his house, ringing the doorbell once.]

[kol_shevik]

[He answers quickly - he's holding that ever familiar pipe loosely in one hand, and some of the furniture seems rather abused, but Russia is, as always, full of smiles.]

Comrade.

[lotuslife]

[Her eyes lower to the ground, not out of intimidation- there is always a thread of that which runs through her around him- but to mask her suspicion.]

I waited for you. [It's as true a thing as she can say right now.]

[kol_shevik]

Town is very strange, comrade. How are you being both speaking to Russia only last week and stuck in town of Mayfield at same time? Is one of you a fake?