When he hears the pounding, Dmitry's first assumption is that this is the police. Somehow, all of this is really a farce engineered by the government to trap him and now he's going to get dragged off. It only gets weirder and worse when his door glows red and then opens, not even broken down, as–
As Anya comes charging in, a small dog clutched in her arms. Dmitry can only stand there, his undershirt still clutched in his hand, mouth falling open. He'd say it's not some secret police raid but Anya in a temper may well be bad enough. At least he'll die looking at something beautiful.
Dully, he makes a mental note to tell Gleb off for telling. As if it will make an impact.
Wait. Dima?
Confused, damp, and caught off-guard, Dmitry can only stare, processing both the nickname and what horrible thing he's done to her now. "I..." Yes. Great start. Very eloquent.
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As Anya comes charging in, a small dog clutched in her arms. Dmitry can only stand there, his undershirt still clutched in his hand, mouth falling open. He'd say it's not some secret police raid but Anya in a temper may well be bad enough. At least he'll die looking at something beautiful.
Dully, he makes a mental note to tell Gleb off for telling. As if it will make an impact.
Wait. Dima?
Confused, damp, and caught off-guard, Dmitry can only stare, processing both the nickname and what horrible thing he's done to her now. "I..." Yes. Great start. Very eloquent.