The Space Between [Ivan - Part 1.1]
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February 14 2010, 08:18:16 UTC
:-:-: Ivan :-:-:
The first thing Ivan Braginski noticed was the sound of the crash. He was busy milking the cows when it happened (there was so much extra work to do while his sisters were away), and he had finished the chore before going to investigate. Ivan had his priorities in order, and making sure there was food for himself and his family came before unusual loud noises.
There was smoke rising from the fields beyond the barn. Ivan's heart jerked nervously in his chest at the sight, but he crept closer, determined to get to the bottom of things, until he found the source: a crashed plane. What had happened? It had been very windy all day...had the winds brought the plane down? And it didn't look like any kind of plane he had ever seen before, but Ivan was willing to admit that he was no expert on planes. He inched around, and gasped when he saw a man inside, slumped forward over the controls. The glass had shattered and left hundreds of tiny cuts over his face, but nothing that looked too terrible from his angle.
“H-hello?” Ivan called to him. “Comrade? Are you dead?”
Right on cue, the young man coughed weakly, but didn't wake up. Ivan chewed on his lip as he thought, and made up his mind. He couldn't leave the young man there. He must have been hurt in the crash, though who knew how bad it was? Carefully, slowly, Ivan lifted him out of cockpit and set him gingerly on the ground. Something else in the cockpit caught his eye...a bag. But it wasn't the bag, it was the flag sewn on the side of it. An American flag.
That boy was an American? He didn't look like what Ivan thought of when he imagined Americans. For an enemy who was out to destroy the Motherland, he looked pretty harmless. That might have been because he was unconscious, though. Ivan hesitated, torn between the need to help a wounded stranger and his loyalty to his country...and the former won. He hefted the young man over his shoulder and grabbed the bag too before starting back to the house.
Ivan was starting to miss his sisters, especially Yekaterina. She would know how to nurse the mysterious man, but even without her, Ivan felt he did a good job of getting him into bed and tending to the most obvious wounds. His leg would be trouble. It looked as though it was broken, but Ivan wasn't sure what to do for that.
In the mean time, he busied himself with cleaning blood and dirt off the young man's face with a wet rag. He wasn't unattractive, this young fellow. Even unconscious, he had a pleasant face. Suddenly the man's eyes flicked open, staring up at Ivan in confusion. Ivan's first thought should have been about who this man really was, and whether or not he was a threat, but instead all he could think was, 'what pretty eyes!'
The first thing Ivan Braginski noticed was the sound of the crash. He was busy milking the cows when it happened (there was so much extra work to do while his sisters were away), and he had finished the chore before going to investigate. Ivan had his priorities in order, and making sure there was food for himself and his family came before unusual loud noises.
There was smoke rising from the fields beyond the barn. Ivan's heart jerked nervously in his chest at the sight, but he crept closer, determined to get to the bottom of things, until he found the source: a crashed plane. What had happened? It had been very windy all day...had the winds brought the plane down? And it didn't look like any kind of plane he had ever seen before, but Ivan was willing to admit that he was no expert on planes. He inched around, and gasped when he saw a man inside, slumped forward over the controls. The glass had shattered and left hundreds of tiny cuts over his face, but nothing that looked too terrible from his angle.
“H-hello?” Ivan called to him. “Comrade? Are you dead?”
Right on cue, the young man coughed weakly, but didn't wake up. Ivan chewed on his lip as he thought, and made up his mind. He couldn't leave the young man there. He must have been hurt in the crash, though who knew how bad it was? Carefully, slowly, Ivan lifted him out of cockpit and set him gingerly on the ground. Something else in the cockpit caught his eye...a bag. But it wasn't the bag, it was the flag sewn on the side of it. An American flag.
That boy was an American? He didn't look like what Ivan thought of when he imagined Americans. For an enemy who was out to destroy the Motherland, he looked pretty harmless. That might have been because he was unconscious, though. Ivan hesitated, torn between the need to help a wounded stranger and his loyalty to his country...and the former won. He hefted the young man over his shoulder and grabbed the bag too before starting back to the house.
Ivan was starting to miss his sisters, especially Yekaterina. She would know how to nurse the mysterious man, but even without her, Ivan felt he did a good job of getting him into bed and tending to the most obvious wounds. His leg would be trouble. It looked as though it was broken, but Ivan wasn't sure what to do for that.
In the mean time, he busied himself with cleaning blood and dirt off the young man's face with a wet rag. He wasn't unattractive, this young fellow. Even unconscious, he had a pleasant face. Suddenly the man's eyes flicked open, staring up at Ivan in confusion. Ivan's first thought should have been about who this man really was, and whether or not he was a threat, but instead all he could think was, 'what pretty eyes!'
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