That Which Severs Part 17Wilhelm woke up with a pounding headache. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his face."Five more mintues, Mother." Moaned someone next to him in bed.Wilhelm flailed wildly, catching the small table next to the bed before he fell out of the narrow bed. Ivan grunted once, and pulled the bedsheets tightly over him before rolling over and returning to slumber.Gingerly, the penguin got out of Ivan's bed and assessed the sistuation. They were both still wearing their clothes from the night before, which was an immediate relief, and Wilhelm realized with a flash of surprise, a disappointment."Really, Wilhelm you've got to stop getting your hopes
That Which Severs Part 16Yefim was sitting at his desk, his laptop up and running as he worked to catch up on his offical work. Maria sat curled up on the couch opposite his desk, diligently working her way through the book he lent her. In her left fin she held a pink touchscreen, one of the cheap ones the Consulate had stocked in place of memo pads. She'd stop periodically to do a wordcheck, then return to her reading. Yefim glanced over at her from time to time, but didn't disturb her. After her breakdown that afternoon she acted as if nothing had happened, and that worried Yefim a little. At thirteen, he felt, she was little young to be hiding her emotions so thro
That Which Severs Part 15The kettle whistled, jarring Maria out of the numb silence she had lasped into. Automatically she stood and walked over the tiny stove top, to fetch the water for tea. Yefim watched her, his brow furrowed. Most people, he had learned, would demand answers, wanting to know the whys and hows. Maria had just sat there, her expression growing progressively bleaker as he told her what he knew about the accident. When she returned with the water he waited for her to finish filling the teapot before he reached out and touched her elbow, causing her to look up at him.Her eyes were wet with tears."Oh solnyshko." He took the kettle from her, and en
That Which Severs Part 14Yefim stepped into his appartment and closed the door, pausing to reflect on the day's events as he leaned against the door. Grunwald's mercurial behavior had been almost as unsettling as her continuous staring, but Yefim chalked that up to the rarity of puffins in the area. A soft sound, like the scuff of a foot against carpet caused him to look up.Maria stood patiently by the kitchenette, wearing a patterned apron over her clothes. Seeing that she had his attention she dipped into a deep curtsy."Welcome home." She said in Russian."It's good to be home." Yefim replied in the same language with a slow smile. "How was your first lesson?"
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