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On the Rooftop (4/?)

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May 25, 2009; North threatens South Korea for following a US plan. Nuclear weapons are no joke; the Cold War clearly showed the terror it has on people. Nuclear weapons are no joke, Bush had blindly charged into Iraq on an assumption.

Ivan and Yong-soo would meet again, one of a few since 1990. Since then, nothing had changed, no moves, no touches. They would speak, chat, have a smoke or a drink, and leave each other in the twilight, something lingering between them.

Yong-soo is built strong, he looks a little older, but he still looks young. He’s like a child almost in appearance, but he’s strong, a tenacity of steel.

Ivan is still a little weak, but bones were made to be sturdy. He’s on his feet again he can still fight. And with the end of Soviet Union, he feels some of his sanity return in folds (or so he would like to think?).

“Do you blame me?” Ivan’s question is out of the blue, in the midst of their talks about taking action on the nuclear problem. But Ivan’s mind was racing, wondering, he had been wondering for years. “Do you blame me for what happened with you and your sibling?”

Yong-soo stares at him with surprise, taken aback. He relaxes, leaning back on his chair and thinks for a moment. “To be honest? For a while, yes. But, it’s all in the past. Nothing I can do. We’re enemies now, I guess.” Yong-soo looks to the side, “North won’t let me come to that part of the house.” He shrugs, “And besides, Alfred was part of it as well.” And he leans his body on the table, looking at the papers scattered on the wood. “Besides…I…barely remember my sibling anyway. Well, before we met, but…” He laughs once, hollowly, “To be short, no, no I don’t blame you. There’s…no point anyway.”

Ivan breathes in the smell of his scarf (newly washed, forced by his sister Ukraine). “I don’t know…if I should apologize.”

“Probably now would be a little too off.” Yong-soo laughs lightly, for the atmosphere, not for his own amusement. He groans, stretching, leaning back on his chair again. “You know what? How about a drink? Vodka this time.”

“Vodka?” Ivan lightens up.