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Yevgeny Borisovich Volgin will not be returning to teach this semester.
Figure Drawing will be canceled next week also. I apologize to my students.
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Raikov wasn't one to cry. Crocodile tears, yes, but honest, meaningful ones? Yet ever since last night, when Volgin told him he had to return to Hell, the tears just wouldn't stop. He remained in bed the moment his lover left once more - and this time he wasn't coming back.
The devil had given Ivan a taste of heaven and now it was turning to hell. He had never thought it would be possible to see his Zhenya again after the events 7 years ago. He was dead. But by some odd fate, they met up in this crazy world... and it had been the best time of his life.
It was amazing how quickly it could all end.
Raikov clung to Volgin's pillow, breathing in the man's lingering scent.
"Goodbye, Vanya..."
The sound of his voice echoed in the younger Russian's mind and all he could do was press his head into the pillow, muffling his sobs. He should be happy that he had gotten to see Volgin at all, that he was able to spend time with him again, that they were able to say goodbye, but it was so hard to feel that way. All he could do was cry himself to exhaustion, hoping to dream of the man he loved the most in his entire life.
[OOC: Pretend his replies are from much later since he wants nothing to do with people right now. ;.;]
Figure Drawing will be canceled next week also. I apologize to my students.
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Raikov wasn't one to cry. Crocodile tears, yes, but honest, meaningful ones? Yet ever since last night, when Volgin told him he had to return to Hell, the tears just wouldn't stop. He remained in bed the moment his lover left once more - and this time he wasn't coming back.
The devil had given Ivan a taste of heaven and now it was turning to hell. He had never thought it would be possible to see his Zhenya again after the events 7 years ago. He was dead. But by some odd fate, they met up in this crazy world... and it had been the best time of his life.
It was amazing how quickly it could all end.
Raikov clung to Volgin's pillow, breathing in the man's lingering scent.
"Goodbye, Vanya..."
The sound of his voice echoed in the younger Russian's mind and all he could do was press his head into the pillow, muffling his sobs. He should be happy that he had gotten to see Volgin at all, that he was able to spend time with him again, that they were able to say goodbye, but it was so hard to feel that way. All he could do was cry himself to exhaustion, hoping to dream of the man he loved the most in his entire life.
[OOC: Pretend his replies are from much later since he wants nothing to do with people right now. ;.;]