Feb 20 08:27:42 107 PA - A Russian Party
From Chronicles
Having cooked, Sofiya has it packaged up ready to take with her and only awaits her shining knight in hopefully suitable clothes for meeting the parents, their other relatives and the whole community. She herself is dressed in the most modest outfit he would ever have seen on her. A simple dress, hand sewn by a skilled seamstress that hints at a figure but keeps glimpses down to a minimum. The skirt is brightly coloured, in a rich shade of red, and were she to twirl, it would fly out just enough to hint... The bodice is modest enough and the sweetheart neckline hides more than it shows. Her hair is loose around her shoulders and she is not wearing any makeup.
Zero comes and it is easily heard as the truck growls and grumbles its way up next to the trailer. Zero has only adjusted his outfit slightly. Rather than those form fitting leather pants, he has some simpler cloth pants. The cloth is a little heavy, meant for work rather than formal events. But less immodest than his usual. And he has a pair of bottles of decent quality vodka and a small bag from the clothing store that he went to Erica with before. He hops out as the truck stops and jogs up to the trailer.
The trailer door is opened before he reaches it, and Sofiya steps back to let him in, giving him a look that is part teasing, part shy. "You look just right." Approval in her eyes, and a brief flash of relief, before she turns to show off her skirts. "Like it? My ma made it." She does look the picture of the modest Russian maiden, despite the look in her eyes.
Zero steps up to the doorway, but doesn't move all the way in just yet. He grins a little as he considers her with a careful examination. "You're looking pretty good, Sofi. Though I guess I should be careful of that dress. Wouldn't want to mess it up any." He glances back. "I've got everything.. you ready to go?" He smiles, leaning against the door frame lightly.
Sofiya reaches for her coat, pulling the old military coat over the dress before she grabs up the dish of flatbreads. "You got everything?" A questioning look is thrown his way as she steps forward to him, reaching to close the door with one hand. "You sure about this? There is still time..." She gives him an out, along with a sidelong look.
Zero chuckles and steps back, a hand lend out to lightly touch her arm, just in case. "I'm good to go. I even have your goods. You can try out the PJs tonight. They aren't terribly flattering, but they're not for being pretty. They're for when I'm not around to keep you warm." He grins idly and adds, "And the other.. you can decide on them when we get there." He'll make sure the passenger side door is open when she gets there so she can climb in at once, the inside warm.
Sofiya laughs, shutting the door behind her. She heads quickly to the passenger door, putting the food on the seat next to her. "When we get there? You want me to change in the truck outside the hall?" She is laughing, blushing and shaking her head. The bruise is still there, showing up nicely, and perfect for parental questioning.
"That's right." The door closes and Zero jogs around carefully, climbing in to shut out the cold. "I'll pull up at a far spot, where there won't be a lot of eyes. You can slip on whatever you want.. or don't want. He nudges the bag towards her so she can take a look at the tasteful lace and silk bra and panty. "They weren't that expensive, though they do look classy. I figure black is a good color for general purposes. And I kinda like it."
Sofiya glances at him and then takes the bag, opening it and giving him another look, with a broad grin. "Thank you." The words are soft, and her grin widens, "Lucky I didn't put any on to replace then." She is teasing him and she pulls out the underwear, beginning a discrete wiggle to put them on without removing too much.
Zero glances towards Sofiya with an arched brow. "You're just a dirty girl," he chides with light amusement. "But now I have some ammo against you, just in case I ever need it. If only your parents knew." He winks, not at all serious about such skullduggery. "I was hoping you'd wait until I was out so I wouldn't know what you had on. Though I don't suppose imagining those on you would be that bad, all said. I can just think about slowly peeling them off."
"I'll just tell them you are a corrupting influence on me." She flashes some leg, showing him that she has stockings, not tights on as she wiggles into them. The top half is harder to do politely, and she slides her coat from her shoulders, squirming her arms into her dress as the bra is put on. It makes the neckline slightly less modest. "If you are good, I might let you take them off." There, she has them on, and returns to putting her coat on.
Zero has forgotten to start driving, a bit too busy watching her change to actually do so. But he does come to remember now and he grins a little as he gets the truck in gear and rolls out. "I'll be the perfect, nice young man. And not stare at the pretty girls or say anything too inappropriate. Though I suspect that might make things works for us if I'm too good."
"Zee, my ma is already dropping hints." Sofi's glance across to him is a mixture of ruefulness and amusement. "What does he do, what do his parents do, have you met them..." She puts her feet up on the dashboard, sliding down into the seat, flashing a stockingtop. "And so on."
Zero lets his eyes slide towards those lifted legs. "Well, my folks aren't around. So that's easy to answer if you feel you have to." A little bittersweet melancholy in his voice, but it doesn't trouble him long. Its been a while. "As to what I do.. if you make something up, let me know so we can keep our story straight?" He grins, driving out along the way she told him about before. "Don't know what they'd think about me being from the Burbs."
"I haven't made anything up. I just told them to ask you." Sofiya's gaze has caught that melancholy, and she reaches out to lightly touch his thigh, offering a reassuring touch. "I thought the truth might be better." As they near the hall, she drops her feet to the floor, smoothing her skirt over, her hands in her lap. She shoots him a sidelong look, through demure lashes.
Here, the urban sprawl of Kingsdale comes to an abrupt end. Between the buildings to the east, you can see the wall surrounding the city, and then fields and the occasional cluster of farm buildings. To the west and south, on the other hand, the city is less picturesque; containing the heavy industries of Steel Street and the urban decay of Dregtown.
This corner of the city, through two generations of immigrants, has become known as 'Little Russia'. Many of the small shops lining the streets have signs in Cyrillic letters, with only about half having the Russian translated to American. Grocers and butchers display wares in small front windows, everything from cabbages to skinned rabbits, while mechanics and others advertise by placing examples of their work in front of the shop.
The people in this part of the city are well-scrubbed for the Dregs. Generally clean, their clothes have often worn through in places and been repeatedly patched. The style of clothing here is wholly utilitarian, protection from the weather a foremost concern and style far to the bottom of a list of needs.
Zero nods his head slightly as the place comes into view. "Don't worry about it, Sofi. It's been a while, its not so much a thing anymore," he offers her with a light smile in response to the touch. Thankful for her consideration nonetheless. "It'll be ok to tell them I'm just doing odd jobs and such? I mean, I'm looking for some work, but slow going on that." He pulls into the lot and turns his attention to finding a proper parking place.
"Better to tell them the truth, than to lie because they find out everything." Sofiya's tone is dry and she picks up the food, leaning over to offer him a kiss, her gaze checking over his face. "You sure about this? Last chance?" She is half serious, half joking, her eyes warm. "Just keep an eye on what they try and get you to agree to." The corners of her mouth twitch, and she reaches for the door as soon as he parks.
"I'll not agree to much unless I have to," Zero replies, grinning a bit as he pulls into the space. He then glances out the window for a moment. Seeing no one nearby, he leans over and catches Sofi's cheek in one hand, laying a light, lingering kiss on her. "One for the road to keep me strong." He winks and then will take the bag with the PJs, slipping it under the seat. Simple security measure before he pulls the two bottles from under there after. "I figure generosity is a good thing to show," he says, looking towards her.
His one for the road is given willingly, and Sofiya's cheeks are flushed as she slides from the truck. "Definitely a good thing." She comments softly, giving him a look of warm approval. She closes the door, turning up her collar to keep the weather out. She waits for him, extended a hand to take his, before she turns towards the hall. Inside, there is noise - raised voices, music that is played live and loud, and singing.
Zero comes around to snag her hand, the two bottles lightly clinking together as he holds them both by the neck with his other hand. As they near the door, he glances towards her. "Any last minute advice?" HIs brow lifted, expression a bit thoughtful. "Don't go out the back with my aunt Sonya." The advice is light hearted, and she gives him a warm look before Sofiya pushes the door open, the sound hitting them like a wall. There are around twenty people there, all shapes, sizes and races. Dwarves, elves and humans mingle here, to the sound of the violinist, some singing along, some gathered around the food.
"What does she..?" Zero starts to ask, but then they're in and the topic just isn't appropriate anymore. Instead, he just grins and drops back into his easy, positive mood. Usually serves him quite well and he heads right in with Sofi in hand. "His is pretty nice so far. LIvely.. I like that," he says, tone lowered a bit to Sofi as his eyes dart back and forth, taking in the place, people and atmosphere.
An older version of Sofiya, with salt and pepper hair, and a good deal more curves and lines on her face, swoops down on them, chattering rapidly in Russian. She embraces Sofiya and then turns to him, holding out her arms and speaking rapidly once more, before Sofiya intervenes. "Ma, American..." She shoots Zero an amused look as her mother switches to American. "Ah so you are my Sofi's young man!"
Zero is lightly befuddled by the elder woman who descends upon them. But it does little to hamper his mood and when she holds out her arms to him, he grins and assumes she wants a hug. Though he pauses just a moment as she repeats some words so that he can understand them. "Well, I'm young and a man at least," he says with a casual amusement and will hug the woman if that's what she desires. He doesn't mind it at all.
The woman's hug is enthusiastic, greeting Zero as if he is a long expected guest and giving Sofi approving nods whilst she lapses back into Russian. Sofiya shakes her head, giving her mother a tolerant grin, replying just as quickly. "She says you look fit but I should feed you more." The explanation is given as Sofiya's mother reaches out to grasp his upper arm, testing his muscles.
Zero is rather short on muscle. Healthy, but not so powerful. "Well, I can't complain about that, though that was a pretty rough hug. I might be bruised," he says with a casual amusement. The amusement lingering as his bottle holding arm is tested. He then lifts it up to offer the bottles to Sofi's mother. "I brought a couple of party favors to keep the day going. Hope it's good enough, vodka I don't know so well."
The bottles are taken and she reaches out to pinch his cheek hard, wiggling it slightly before she turns away to put the bottles aside. She is the start of a range of relatives who come, reliving Sofi of the bread she bought, give Zero the once over, and make comments about him in a language he doesn't understand. Each of them is perfectly willing to haul him around in a variety of ways. Sofi answers some of the questions in equally rapid Russian, is hugged and pulled about, and several obviously comment on her cheek, giving Zero a briefly suspicious look.
Zero takes the cheek pinching well, though after she's turned away he makes a slight grimace, glancing towards Sofi as he rubs his abused cheek. Then the inspection begins. Now, if he weren't so relaxed a fellow, this might have been a more arduous process. But he's not so uptight and while he maintains a high level of confusion at the high percentage of russian being spoken, he weathers the process well, responding to anything he can understand and mostly missing the concern over Sofi's bruised cheek in the mix.
There are around twenty people there, all shapes, sizes and races. Dwarves, elves and humans mingle here, to the sound of the violinist, some singing along, some gathered around the food. Sofi and Zero have barely made it through the door, standing to one side near each other, surrounded by inspecting family members. Her cheek is bruised, handshaped with a cut across the bone. Sofiya is dressed appropriately, her dress modest and made by her mother's hand.
There are around twenty people there, all shapes, sizes and races. Dwarves, elves and humans mingle here, to the sound of the violinist, some singing along, some gathered around the food. Sofi and Zero have barely made it through the door, standing to one side near each other, surrounded by inspecting family members. Her cheek is bruised, handshaped with a cut across the bone. Sofiya is dressed appropriately, her dress modest and made by her mother's hand.
Rasputin is dressed, as always in a nice gray suit. The only thing which might indicate he is bothered by the cold is the light overcoat he has on to protect his suit. He walks with his cane, and is making his way into the meeting hall. Slowly, of course being very polite and shaking hands as he moves along. Of course, most people are fairly formal with the young buisness owner, namely due to the semi-scandeouls fashion in which Rasputin aquired the Deli.
When in doubt, and zero has some of that, he edges closer to Sofi, though without seeming too much like he's shying from the relatives. He does toss her a look that asks for assistance of some sort from her. Though as the door opens and someone new comes in, he looks towards Rasputin, considering him a moment before he asides to Sofi, "I guess he's not a close reletive?" A little jest, keeping his spirits light.
"Who?" She glances towards Rasputin, offering him a less than formal grin and a wave. "That is Rasputin, he owns the deli and made the stew you liked." Sofi moves to touch Zero lightly on the arm, her smile warm. "Come on, I'll introduce you..." She takes his hand, turning to make her way to Rasputin. "Here, this is Zero, Rasputin..." She waves between the two, her smile warm and friendly.
Rasputin turns around as he finishes shaking the hand of some old venerable looking elf. He has a small package in his arms. He places it on the potluck table and looks up as Sofi speaks to him, "Da?" He tugs his beard a moment and then chuckles, "Dobryj den to you boths." He smiles, "How havink you be.." Rasputin trails off as his eyes catch upon the injury which is showing off as if it were a scarlet A on his breast. He tugs his beard, and gets that disapproving look upon his face, but then softens his expression, "Howink have you been doink? And whoink is your friend, I net caught it da first time."
Zero tips his head towards Rasputin and grins, quite light in mood. This one he can understand.. mostly. "Hey there. You make some pretty good stew," he offers with earnestness to Rasputin. He glances towards Sofi and is reminded of hte injury. But he still lets her handle explaining it how she will. Instead, he offers a casual, "I'm doing great. Though I might be a bit better if I understood most of what was being talked about around here. But its alright,"
"Zero. He is my boyfriend." The introduction is repeated and Sofiya's fingers brush her cheek and she shakes her head. "Stupid fight with someone." She brushes it off, pulling a face that suggests a misunderstanding. "It is fine, honestly, Rasputin." There is obvious affection in her voice and the smile she gives the dwarf. "It is sorted out."
Rasputin nods as he listens and then tugs his beard a bit. He takes off his nice custom gloves, and extends his right hand to Zero, "Da, Rasputin Khlysts, it is goodink to be makink your aquiantance, da" Rasputin's hands are worn, older than perhaps someone of his age should have, but they are large for the Dwarf's frame and strong, very strong. After the shaking of hands he looks to Sofi, and leans in slight so as not to be overheard, "Net goodink for you to be fightink, da? Dhough, if you say dis settled, I am thinkink it is, da." He grins a bit, tugs his beard and straightens back out, with a chuckle.
"Nice to meet you," Zero responds to Rasputin. "And let me tell you.. when we fight, she usually wins and I get all the lumps," he says. His tone is light and laced with a casual amusement. Obviously jesting, this one and it comes natural to him. The shake is taken and Zero has a light grip. His own hands are smooth, with slender fingers made for small, delicate jobs. Afterward, he glances towards Sofi as the dwarf leans in to her, but looks away after a moment, not trying to listen in.
Sofiya returns that grin, and she leans over, pressing a kiss against Rasputin's cheek. "I didn't start it." She assures him softly, before gesturing from her mother is noticed and she releases Zero's hand, excusing herself with a soft murmur, leaving the pair alone. Over by the table, she looks like any of the other girls from the community - modest, sweet, obedient. Her mother is talking to a young man, five years or so older than Sofi. Sofi's smile is polite and reserved, but she stays to talk to him for a moment.
Rasputin grins and looks over the scene where Sofiya has created with her mother and the 'nice boy'. He tugs his beard and chuckles. He puts his gloves into his pocket and says to Zero, "Dough, you are likink Sofi, da?" His expression still pleasant, "She is many hands full, da. And, I am dhinkink dhat her mat' is dinkink of anothers in Sofi's futures." He looks to Zero, sizes the waif of a man up and down, "Buttink, woman's do picks dho they are linkink, dough be goodink with Sofi and worries net." He chuckles, turns around and picks up the bottle he had placed down, "DVodka?" He says holding up a bottle of clear liquid.
Zero watches Sofi go over as well, catching sight of the nice young man that she ends up talking to. His expression is thoughtful as he considers the two, though Rasputin's talking gets his attention once more. Though his brow furrows as he tries to decipher what was said. He seems to get sense enough as he smiles and shrugs his shoulders a little. "She's a pretty nice girl. A bit.. well, fiery, but its nothing I'm not used to," he chuckles and nods to the bottle. "I brought two myself, should be enough to help things along well, don't you think?" He glances out towards where the food is, considering where the two bottles he brought have been taken off to.
Sofiya's mother isn't subtle, and her approval of the nice young man is obvious. Sofiya's patience is limited though and as soon as her mother leaves the pair alone, she is cooler towards the man. He invites her to dance, she refuses. He asks something and she replies with a shake of her head. The music changes, slows and he holds a hand out, hopeful.
Rasputin watches the exchange of Sofi and the 'nice young man' out of the corner of his eye. He chuckles and then gets a funny idea, "Zero, da? In about a minute, cut in on me and Sofi, da?" He says this, not explaining and walks over where Sofi and the 'nice young man' and slides up to Sofi, "Sofi, dvojurodnaya sestra, you did promise mink dis dance, now comink withs me. Da." Rasputin grabs Sofi's hand and drags her out on the dance floor, where he begins to dance a formal dance with her, which doesn't really fit the rest of the crowd.
Zero nods when his name is mentioned. The direction he's given is confusing for just a moment before he watches the dwarf head over towards Sofi. It clicks easy then and a light grin comes to him. He nods and wanders a little closer to the food table. Nonchalant isn't too hard for him to pull off, though he does glance over a little. Waiting for a few moments there as he keeps an eye on the two. A minute is almost up and he decides to be exacting.
Sofiya's expression as Rasputin cuts in on the man flickers through amused, but to apologetic before the nice young man can catch it. "I did, Rasputin... excuse me." She goes willingly with Rasputin, her ability to dance obvious as she moves with him, knowing the steps as well as he. She rests her hand lightly on his shoulder, letting him guide her steps. "Thank you." The words are heartfelt, and she smiles up at Rasputin warmly.
Rasputin continues to dance with Sofiya, not saying a word to her and just waits for the real knight in shining armor to make his presense known.
Zero then edges over, looking for all the word as if he'd just noticed Sofi was over there. He comes up to the side of the two and gives Ras a pat on the shoulder. "You didn't have to do that, but its cool you did," he says, tone low. He then looks to Sofi, giving her a light grin. "Not sure how you're supposed to dance here. Wanna show me a few steps?"
Sofi moves between the two men as if it is an accustomed practice here, and indeed it seems to be. She puts a hand on Zero's shoulder, and the other in his hand. "You put your hand on my waist, carefully, and we just sort of move..." She demonstrates, giving Rasputin a warm smile as she shows Zero how to dance.
Rasputin moves back over to the buffet table and just watches, he just ignores the silly 'nice boy' and looks for a clean glass to pour some vodka into.
Zero isn't a bad dancer once he gets moving. He's got a nice fluidity to his movements and as Sofi starts to move, he moves well with her. "Well, this has been an experience so far," he says lightly to her, head canted a little. "I guess that was the guy. I don't mind you dancing with him, but I suspect you weren't having a lot of fun. Though that guy.." he glances towards Rasputin. "He picked up on it by himself." And he will keep hand on him and hand in hand, dancing in the proper way with her.
"Rasputin." Sofi supplies the name again, moving gracefully with Zero, the odd formality to the dance a nice contrast to their lives. "Lev is wishing to have more than a dance, and he has nothing to say." She shrugs lightly, giving Zero a warm smile, "Rasputin has known me all my life. He is like having a big brother..." Sofiya glances towards Rasputin, giving him a smile of thanks.
Rasputin grins, almost not paying attention to Sofi and Zero's dance. He has finally found a nice large glass, and pours it about half full of vodka. Then he looks back to the dance floor and nods to the both of you, lifts his glass in a salute and then takes a healthy drink. Immediately his nose turns bright red, and he chuckle, coughs a few times. He then turns and looks for food.
"Yeah, Rasputin," Zero agrees, his head nodding again. He glances over towards him, then back to Sofi. "Not much to say? I guess I don't really understand that. We find lots to talk about. Though I can imagine the wanting more pretty easy," he opines, his expression playful. "I suppose if he's your big brother, its one more reason to stay good. Not too tall, but he can probably bend me in half if he wanted to, way his handshake felt."
"He easily can. Which is why I lied about my cheek. He doesn't like my work already and this..." Sofiya shrugs lightly, her mouth curving into an amused smile as her eyes warm. "Lev gets tonguetied, he cannot say anything at all and he stammers at me." The tune ends and she takes Zero's hand, leading him towards Rasputin again. "You should not drink so much of that..." Scolding, and affectionate.
Rasputin scuffs as he is chide by the young Sofi, "Net, dis good for the lungs. Warms mink up, da." He chuckles, still, perhaps one of the lightest dressed individual in the gathering, but he tugs his beard, "I shall drink more slowly, da?" He smiles and looks at Zero, "Dancink good? Da? Enjoyed it, da?" He leans in again and winks to Zero, "Warmink and Goodink feelink, da?" He looks around to the food and mutters something about old women and the overuse of salt, then looks to the two of you but seems to be addressing Sofi more than Zero, "Soink, besides addink to your growink scar collection, what havink you been ups too?"
"That's why I let you explain it, I don't want to say the wrong thing," Zero confides to her. "I suppose he's just the sort that can't handle pretty girls." As the music ends, the dancing does. And he gives her hip a light pat before they part to walk to Ras hand in hand. He grins at Ras' words and nods his head, glancing towards Sofi. "Real warm," he agrees. "And dancing is something I like. Not always that slow, but slow has its benefits."
Sofi blushes prettily enough, glancing between the two of them. "Work mostly. Zee fixed my door,..." She shrugs lightly, her hand in Zero's, her mouth curved into a warm smile. "It won't scar, Rasputin. It is barely anything." She leans into Zero, her shoulder brushing his in a way that earns her a sharp look from her mother.
Rasputin follows Sofi's gaze towards her mother, then lifts his vodka to her mother and drinks a sip in a salute. He looks back to Sofi and says something in Russian, "Do be careful not to taunt your mother too much child, she is a crafty old battle axe and I dare say will put the screws on you if you push her too far." He smiles at Zero, making a guess he doesn't speak Russian and tugs his beard, "Net, net. Rudes of me to be speakink Russian in fronts of yous." Of course, he doesn't translate, just says it is rude, he takes another drink.
Zero nods his head. "I'm real handy," Zero says. "Fix a little of this, fix a little of that." He grins and leans a little against Sofi in return. Not cognizant of the mother and her thoughts on such casual, to him, contact. "Looking for some work eventually, but that shouldn't take too long to get." The russian does leave him a bit in the dark and he nods, a little smirk offered to Ras along with his note of the rudeness. "I think I might have to try and learn how to speak it if I'm going to be hanging around Sofi for a while. Or wonder if people are talking about me half the time."
Sofiya straightens, returning the look from her mother with wide, innocent eyes, and she replies in Russian, "She is that." A quick shake of her head, and she lowers her eyes, watching them through her lashes, demure looking. "We have to go any way, before she starts asking too many question." She steps in, offering Rasputin a kiss, murmuring in Russian softly. "Keep an eye on him while I say goodbye." Then she turns, heading to her mother and offering smiles and suitably obedient noises and looks.
Rasputin takes his drink in his left hand, and with his right arm puts it around Zero's waist. He gives him a half hug and directs his attention to the very cordial scene Sofi makes with her mother. Rasputin leans up, to make sure Zero can hear him, as his arm performs a subtle vice on the waif of a man. In a perfectly clear, deep voice he says, "Lad, you be good to my Sofi," His usual accent almost completely gone, "Her mother is a craft battle axe you may out maneuver her daughter's intentions, but I will keep you alive and let you suffer alone in the dark as rats feed upon your undying body should you bring harm to her," A wide grin comes across his face, "If you rumors about me, just know that the truth is far darker." He smiles and lets go after a slightly tighter squeeze, then turns you and looks at you, "I know a woman can lead you to ruin, but make sure that is the path not visa versa, da?" He says extending his hand again to shake yours.
Zero nods to Sofi as she goes, letting loose her hand. Then Rasputin gives him a heart to heart. TO his credit, only a low grunt is given to the grip and he does manage to not blanch at the description given. But he does seem to give it some serious thought as he watches Sofi and her mother. "Didn't have no intention to, but I think you'd have to get in line on that count, man. Short line so far, but I'll keep all that in mind." He grins a little, though it is a bit uncertain, shuffling a step away once left go. He still takes the hand to shake.
Rasputin nods slowly as his expresion lightens a great dea, "Goodink, and do comink in for a bowl of stew, da? Always goodink on dhese cold days and nights." He smiles and lets go of your hand. Then turns and waits for Sofiya to return.
Sofiya and her mother exchange more words, and hugs, and Sofiya's cheek is fussed over sufficiently for any injury. More words are exchanged, and Sofiya's mother glances over towards Zee, giving him a thoroughly disapproving look before Sofiya is allowed to escape. She rejoins them, giving both a warm smile, her cheeks flushed. "There. We can sneak off now. Thank you, Rasputin." She glances between the two men, a brief flicker of a frown between her eyes. "Is everything alright?"
Zero calms himself easily enough. He seems to have quite a bit of emotional resilience, so he's able to smiles back at the disproving look given him. Not a cocky or smarmy sort of smile, mind. Just a positive one. When Sofi comes back and queries the status of things, Zero nods and steps up to her side again, seeking out the hand. "Ras was just inviting me to eat more at his place. Which I probably will once I get in steady money. Food there is pretty good." He nods, giving Sofi a causal grin.
Letting Zero's explanation stand, Rasputin says nothing about the conversation. He smiles and gives Sofi a small hug and whispers in Russian, "Be careful out there, da." Then steps back and says, "Da, if you two are goink to escape, I would suggest doink so nows. Before, " He pauses and then notices Sofi's mother, the nice lad in tow coming this way, "she makes it over to us." He chuckles, and he steps around the two of you to run a screen play and begins saying hello to Sofi's mother in Russian and to the 'nice lad' as well.
"That is sweet of him." Sofiya's smile for Rasputin is warm and affectionate, and the brief moment of concern is gone. "We should go, before she comes and asks about your intentions, and threatens you." Light-hearted comments aside, Sofiya is reaching to press a kiss against Rasputin's cheek and then she flees, glancing behind her to check that Zee is with her.
Zero is close behind Sofi on the way out, tossing Rasputin a wave before the two are well on their way. Outside, he breathes out lowly. "So what's the damage?" He looks towards Sofi as he escorts her to the truck, opening up the passenger side door. "I know the evil eye when I get it. And I don't think I did anything to earn it. I think." He considers with a light frown.
