Multipup Post - Silver, letters, and Russian literature

[nightwatchwolf]

Angua stalks into the Inn and slams the door behind her - not terribly violently, but just enough to make it clear she's not having the best of days. She walks right through the Inn proper to the back door, yanks it open as well, and steps outside, taking a deep breath in the open air. Fresh air - and a little space - are just what she needs. If

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[molokovcocktail]

Molokov comes down the stairs, hair still slightly damp from the shower. He sees Walter and smiles. The smile grows wider as he draws closer and sees the book his counterpart is reading.

"Hello, Walter," he says in Russian.

[molokovcocktail]

"I am sure my government would conclude I was selling secrets to the Americans if I were to bring the subject up."

[smashbastards]

"Well, then we'd be equal," Walter says, with a bit of a smile. "But it is probably for the best."

[molokovcocktail]

Molokov leans back, his mood turning somber. The talk of their respective governments, lighthearted though it was, only reminded him their time together could only be temporary, at best.

[smashbastards]

Walter noticed the change in moods immediately - it was hard to miss, especially for someone as perceptive as Walter, and he could more or less guess at the cause.

Silently, he reached over to brush his fingers lightly over the back of Molokov's hand. If he could help it, this... them... would go on for a while longer yet.