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tampered2012-04-14 09:42 pm
colonelcrotchgrab) wrote in tampered2012-04-14 09:42 pm
Why not believe you're heaven-sent...
When; 16th, at night
Rating; R, ending is suggestive, Russians being vulgar, nothing terribly explicit
Characters; Ivan Raikov, Yevgeny Volgin
Summary; Volgin wakes up to a surprise. Raikov wakes up to a surprise. Cold War suspicions and rampant paranoia never dies, much to Raikov's... delight.
Log;
Everything was wrong.
Volgin, a light sleeper already, had jerked up from the bed, finding himself somewhere else. The elaborate gaudy reds and golds befitting of his country, excessive really, were not there. The tall elaborate bedposts, the heavy canopy, all of it gone. The bed beneath him was different.
And it was too small!
Still, Volgin steadied himself, trying to make sense of his surroundings, make sense of this sudden change of... everything. He noted no hangover from some drug cocktail, no sign of struggle, no telltale ache of muscles or injuries he could feel. He was not restrained in any way he found, testing a limb or two.
What was going on?
Rating; R, ending is suggestive, Russians being vulgar, nothing terribly explicit
Characters; Ivan Raikov, Yevgeny Volgin
Summary; Volgin wakes up to a surprise. Raikov wakes up to a surprise. Cold War suspicions and rampant paranoia never dies, much to Raikov's... delight.
Log;
Everything was wrong.
Volgin, a light sleeper already, had jerked up from the bed, finding himself somewhere else. The elaborate gaudy reds and golds befitting of his country, excessive really, were not there. The tall elaborate bedposts, the heavy canopy, all of it gone. The bed beneath him was different.
And it was too small!
Still, Volgin steadied himself, trying to make sense of his surroundings, make sense of this sudden change of... everything. He noted no hangover from some drug cocktail, no sign of struggle, no telltale ache of muscles or injuries he could feel. He was not restrained in any way he found, testing a limb or two.
What was going on?
no subject
The smaller Russian opened his eyes and sat up, staring at the person next to him. He couldn't believe his eyes. Was it... really Yevgeny? Not many men were over 7 feet and weighed a ton with facial scars and wore a insulation suit.
He rubbed his eyes and shook his head, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. The man was still there. All Raikov could ask was...
"...Yevgeny?"