Help I'm Alive

If we're still alive. My regrets are few. If my life is mine what shouldn't I do? I get where I'm going, I get whatever I need. While my blood's still flowing. Isaak Sokolov. BLU Heavy { Read OOC }

[goldencityespionage]

Hello!

So I think it goes without saying that I’m regrettably dropping from Upward, and closing up activity on my characters for the time being. Should I change my mind you might see me around, but in likelihood I’ll only be playing with a select few and sparingly at that. I’m considering either using these account to reboot my characters or making new accounts to keep these as archives, and dick around with a fresh start. Again, it’ll depend on how I feel.

To everyone I’ve played with, whether it’s been through the last three years or few months, I’ve appreciated the fun we’ve had. My departure is purely for my own reasons. Grad school is too demanding to remain active in a community, and my passion for TF2 just isn’t there anymore. Keep having fun, and don’t hesitate to hit me up if you have my contacts. Peace.

-Tracy

[manofmedicine-moved-blog]

-After not showing his face around all that much for a few weeks the Heavy has finally brought it upon himself to seek out the Medic and discuss his new 'condition' with him. Better late than never, he supposes, as he knocks on the door and steps into his office- Is zhis a good time? I need to talk to you, Gun.

*His brows raise. He wasn’t expecting Isaak to stop on by. He doesn’t feel much spite anymore. Right now, he’s just glad the Heavy is safe. He’s too tired and old to be actively hating anyone anyway.*

Ah, as good as any ozher time, I suppose. Vhat is up, Herr?

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

Quite a lot is up actually... I just need to make you and zhe ozher Medics avare of somezhing, ozhervise I voldn't be bozhering you about it. 

-God damn it, he doesn't need to be bothering Gun with this kind of information. Or more accurately he doesn't want  to. He's already given Gun more than his share of gray hairs (metaphorically speaking... but let's be real, it's not like he's a youngster anymore).

But neither is Isaak, hence why as reluctant as he may be to spread this kind of news he has to make sure the Medics are aware of it-

You remember zhe punishments for zhe performance reviews? -He leans against the doorway and lightly rubs his chest through his shirt- Vell Dimitri kicked my ass. And so my punishment vas to have my Ubercharge put back on. 

So I'm letting you know so you don't make zhe mistake of setting off your ubergun too close to me. 

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

Oh Issy~

-Lifts a curious brow- 

You might earn yourself a spanking from Administration if you’re caught here chatting vith your enemy. 

Vhat is it~?

[hillcountry-hippie-hardhat]

Ooh, you’ll like this one. It goes buzz and ya use it to poke people pretty and I made it with love just for you!

*Someone’s enjoying herself.*

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

-Laughs and points down to his groin- 

But I already have somezhing zhat pokes people pretty vell. 

-Let it never be said that Isaak's funny in English, but he just so happens to think he's hilarious. So everyone's just going to have to suffer. The fact that he has enough enthusiasm to joke says something about the Heavy's current state of mind. He's feeling more at ease about his situation. And now, thanks to Willie, he can focus on his work again. She's getting a hug whether she's prepared for it or not- 

You are a lifeline to me, do you realize zhis? You need to tell me vhat kind of tattoo you vant, I vant to start vorking on it immediately. 

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

Oh Issy~

-Lifts a curious brow- 

You might earn yourself a spanking from Administration if you’re caught here chatting vith your enemy. 

Vhat is it~?

[hillcountry-hippie-hardhat]

I have a present for youuuuu~!

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

A present? Vhat for? You didn't have to get me anyzhing, but you know I appreciate your zhoughts. 

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

Oh Issy~

-Lifts a curious brow- 

You might earn yourself a spanking from Administration if you're caught here chatting vith your enemy. 

Vhat is it~?

[rogueordnance-deactivated201501]

So I am about 200 centimeters and 165 Kilos of weight--more of which is made of muscle then some people around here like to lie. People either seem to think I'm attractive or a freak and I think both are compliments. I'm not sure if I'm the most romantic person you'll ever meet but I like spending time with people, going on walks or staying inside, I like getting high out of my mind. I like European history, art, and putting out.

…Well then. You sound like an interesting person, I’m sure we could get along.

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

-Mordecai may or may not want to reconsider his proposition, though there's no denying that the man in question is quite... interesting. Or so he considers himself. The Heavy laughs and waves his fingers- 

I vas just looking for an opportunity to introduce myself, actually, I've been very quiet since zhe reviews. As I'm sure many of our colleagues and enemies have. Not that you're not an attractive gentleman. 

You can call me Isaak Sokolov. Since it's kind of my name. 

[speakless]

Wednesday teaches Lurch how to dance.

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

-Well that’s certainly an interesting sight to behold. A grown man jumping around in anticipation to meet a dog… one who boasted how enthralled he is to shoot people in the face. He can appreciate Adrian’s bluntness, being blunt himself, but he’s more than a little cautious with him around Pavlova knowing fuck all about him. Minus his love for dicks and shooting people- 

Vhen you’re a old man like me you’ll realize zhey all hold zhe same amount of charm. But I zhink I’ll have to let time reveal vhether or not you possess any yourself, no offense dear~

-Tugs Pavlova’s leash to pull her closer. She can sense her owners hesitance, and so resists jumping all over Adrian like the friendly dog she is- 

She’s a five year Samoyed and her name is Pavlova. And you’re right, she’s quite precious. You can pet her if you’re careful. She’s friendly, but I’ll show you a bitch if you hurt her. 

-He’s got a friendly smile as he says it, but he’s not joking either- 

[tyrannousprince-deactivated2023]

//Adrian snorts a little, but squats down and holds his hand out to Pavlova so that she can catch his scent before he does anything.//

Fair enough, old man…Holy hell her coat is so pretty, and well kept. What a beautiful thing. 

I wouldn’t dream of harming her. I have two pits myself, and I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to them. I’d probably throw a fucking fit. 

//Once she’s done her sniffing, he gently touches the top of her head.//

Such a pretty baby. What’s your name, by the way?

//He looks up at Isaak, smiling a little.//

I’m Adrian. Nice to meet you. And Pavlova right her. 

//He emphasizes her name by cupping her cheeks and cooing.//

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

-Meanwhile Isaak keeps his eyes glued on Adrian every step of the way, regardless of how cautious the other man is acting he's still got little reason to trust him. He seems nice enough, though, so he loosens his grip on the Samoyed's leash and she goes about checking him out- 

Vhy zhank you, my secret is using a brush. 

-Snorts- 

Isaak Sokolov. Zhanks to your... informative shouting I'm afraid I already know much more about you zhan you do me. Ozher zhen maybe zhe fact I'm good at killing you and your friends. Nozhing personal. 

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

-Overhears while he’s walking Pavlova and laughs so hard he has to bend over and wheeze-

Oh my god zhis fucking base.

[tyrannousprince-deactivated2023]

//Oh. OH IS THAT A CUTE DOG? Immediately rushes over while bouncing up and down.//

Yeah, this base is shit ain’t it? It’s much better with me around but like, listen dude, that’s an awesome dog. What kind of dog is it? 

//He leans over at an odd angle./

Excuse me, what kind of dog is she? She’s really precious. 

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

-Well that's certainly an interesting sight to behold. A grown man jumping around in anticipation to meet a dog... one who boasted how enthralled he is to shoot people in the face. He can appreciate Adrian's bluntness, being blunt himself, but he's more than a little cautious with him around Pavlova knowing fuck all about him. Minus his love for dicks and shooting people- 

Vhen you're a old man like me you'll realize zhey all hold zhe same amount of charm. But I zhink I'll have to let time reveal vhether or not you possess any yourself, no offense dear~

-Tugs Pavlova's leash to pull her closer. She can sense her owners hesitance, and so resists jumping all over Adrian like the friendly dog she is- 

She's a five year Samoyed and her name is Pavlova. And you're right, she's quite precious. You can pet her if you're careful. She's friendly, but I'll show you a bitch if you hurt her. 

-He's got a friendly smile as he says it, but he's not joking either- 

[tyrannousprince-deactivated2023]

Really though, my blowjobs are the stuff of legends. 

It’s sad, really, that I can suck dick better than any woman here probably. 

8T

Shame on y’all.

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

-Overhears while he's walking Pavlova and laughs so hard he has to bend over and wheeze-

Oh my god zhis fucking base.

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

-Having just come back to the base himself, this is the first time Isaak see’s the black band around Liam’s neck, and he immediately scowls at it- 

… Is zhat so zhose bastards can fucking TRACK YOU, AUGH, ZHOSE FUCKING—

-Which is followed by a long stream of belligerent Byelorrusian words- 

Have you tried cutting it? Here, give me it to me -waves his fingers- let me try, you’re just going to keep burning yourself. 

[bluscoutliam]

I have NO IDEA what it does, which is drivin’ me fuckin’ nuts, but I’m pretty sure it’s fer trackin’. Tess’s got one too, with neat blue lights, ‘cept its on her ankle. Which doesn’t look nearly as weird and kinky as this.

*he gingerly moves the lighter closer, already feeling the heat of the tiny flame* I tried cuttin’ it with scissors, the kitchen knives, even the knives we use fer fightin’. Nothin’ works. You’d think this thing was made-ahAHHHOWOWOW SHIT SHIT IM ON FIRE MY BEARDS ON FIRE 

*Liam had managed to move the flame far too close to his chin, charring a good deal of his goatee after he finishes screeching and puts it out with his hand* 

Ffffuuuck! That was stupid, God-dammit, I ruined my beard! Seriously fuck this thing AUUUUGH that smells so gross-

*after a few loud groans and a brief glare at the lighter, Liam huffs and rubs his chin* Yeah..you should prolly do it. 

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

-Yeah, he’s not going to mention it because it’d be weird, but that collar makes Liam look like somebody’s nasty bitch boy. Furthermore, it’s degrading, and exceptional kindle in the fire under Isaak’s ass about this whole affair- 

You’re going to burn zhe little hair you have on your face, no offense. 

-He takes the lighter and tries to grab a bit of the collar away from the skin enough to hold the flame to it. Which is pretty hard considering how tight of a fit it is. The material doesn’t give way either, even when he holds it there for a long time (until he burns his own fingers and drops it)-

FUCK. Sorry, sorry.

-Picks it up and sucks on his finger- 

Zhis is bullshit. 

[bluscoutliam]

*Liam gives him a look* Gee, thanks. 

*he tilts his chin up, trying not to flinch as the Heavy attempts to burn the collar. Still no progress; even he burns himself on the damn thing. Liam frowns*

Sorry, dude. See? It’s like made of rock or space metal that’s immune to everythin’. 

*slumps forward* It’s total bullshit. An’ what’s worse is Bathory didn’t say nothin’ about how long it’s supposed to stay on. I could look like this till I leave my job, or maybe forevah, even. God..I knew what I was gettin’ into, too, but it doesn’t make dealin’ with it any easiah. 

*he casts a tentative look up at Isaak*…You..you lost your match too. They didn’t do nothin’ too bad to ya, did they? 

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

Don't apologize, it's certainly not of your doing.

-Isaak shakes his burning hand through the air a bit as he hands over the lighter, already thinking of other means in which they could try and cut the collar. The thought of hooking Liam up to a couple of base trucks by the collar and having them drive off in separate directions comes to mind. He needs to stop getting high when those American cartoons come on- 

Perhaps one of zhe Engineers can cut through it...?

-That's the best suggestion he's able to think of. Which makes him feel pretty terrible for Liam. All he'd done was lose an arbitrary fight--not that Isaak thinks he deserves his punishment anymore than the Scout does. But, you know, at least he did some shit wrong- 

Ve'll keep trying to get it off. Or perhaps if you... -Huffs and air quotes- IMPROVE your performance, it vill be removed.

-Smiles lightly at the question. No way he's burdening the young man with his problems- 

Vhen you've survived Vorld Var 2 it takes a lot more zhen a rough housing to get under your skin. Don't you vorry, I'm just fine. Tempted to throw a bomb in somebody's office zhough. Mmm, zhere's an idea, right?

[bluscoutliam]

pulledteethandspilledink replied to your post:After trying and failing with various tools, Liam…

Vhat zhe fuck are you doing.

…Tryin’ to see if this thing is flammable. If it is, then I am a genius-OW! God that’s hot on my neck! 

*hisses, rubs at the spot of skin he’s burned* 

Maaaaybe a little highah, awaaaay from the shirt. 

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

-Having just come back to the base himself, this is the first time Isaak see’s the black band around Liam’s neck, and he immediately scowls at it- 

… Is zhat so zhose bastards can fucking TRACK YOU, AUGH, ZHOSE FUCKING—

-Which is followed by a long stream of belligerent Byelorrusian words- 

Have you tried cutting it? Here, give me it to me -waves his fingers- let me try, you’re just going to keep burning yourself. 

[bluscoutliam]

I have NO IDEA what it does, which is drivin’ me fuckin’ nuts, but I’m pretty sure it’s fer trackin’. Tess’s got one too, with neat blue lights, ‘cept its on her ankle. Which doesn’t look nearly as weird and kinky as this.

*he gingerly moves the lighter closer, already feeling the heat of the tiny flame* I tried cuttin’ it with scissors, the kitchen knives, even the knives we use fer fightin’. Nothin’ works. You’d think this thing was made-ahAHHHOWOWOW SHIT SHIT IM ON FIRE MY BEARDS ON FIRE 

*Liam had managed to move the flame far too close to his chin, charring a good deal of his goatee after he finishes screeching and puts it out with his hand* 

Ffffuuuck! That was stupid, God-dammit, I ruined my beard! Seriously fuck this thing AUUUUGH that smells so gross-

*after a few loud groans and a brief glare at the lighter, Liam huffs and rubs his chin* Yeah..you should prolly do it. 

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

-Yeah, he's not going to mention it because it'd be weird, but that collar makes Liam look like somebody's nasty bitch boy. Furthermore, it's degrading, and exceptional kindle in the fire under Isaak's ass about this whole affair- 

You're going to burn zhe little hair you have on your face, no offense. 

-He takes the lighter and tries to grab a bit of the collar away from the skin enough to hold the flame to it. Which is pretty hard considering how tight of a fit it is. The material doesn't give way either, even when he holds it there for a long time (until he burns his own fingers and drops it)-

FUCK. Sorry, sorry.

-Picks it up and sucks on his finger- 

Zhis is bullshit. 

[offtovisityourmother-blog]

re: abductions and whatnot

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

Clearly, Isaak isn’t in the right stage of mind when he returns to the base, because uncharacteristically of him he doesn’t immediately run to Pavlova’s needs. It takes a good while for him to even think about her, and for that thought to lead to the eventual realization that his precious Samoyed has yet to be fed in fucking days. 

Once that’s become clear the Heavy can’t hurry to his room fast enough, already with a bowl of water at hand. Of which spills all over the floor when he drops it upon throwing the door open and finding Dimitri sitting on his couch. 

"Vhat are you doing here."

He realizes the answer to that, though, fairly quickly. What with the food and water dishes already residing on the floor. That’s… that’s comforting. As much as he’d rather not be in the Spy’s presence, especially now that he’s got so much more to worry about. Nervously, he kicks the door closed behind him. Which causes Pavlova to stir and finally remove her royal ass from Dimitri’s lap.

"… Vere you… Stuck under her… ?”

[offtovisityourmother-blog]

After a few tries that only led to Pavlova growling, Dimitri eventually stops trying to squirm his way out of Isaak’s room. He leans back into the armrest, sighing.

He’s startled awake at the sound of something hitting the floor and a splash. He flashes a wry grin—look at those fancy new dentures with pointed teeth—at Isaak and waves.

"Hey there."

Despite his nonchalant behavior he really, really is not in the mood to be graced by the Heavy’s presence. And yet, the moment Pavlova gets off his lap the Spy stretches almost leisurely and takes his time to get on his feet. 

"Naaah, nah. I just felt like having fifty pounds of fluff and love on my lap that growled whenever I tried to move." 

A beat. Dimitri clicks his tongue.

“Yeah, I was stuck. I wasn’t planning on being here by the time you got back from…wherever you must’ve been dragged off to along the other losers by the admin.”

The Spy rubs at his jaw. No, not nervously. Casually.

"But you seem to be in one piece, at least by Admin standards, and since you’re at least functional and in condition to take care of yourdog, I should get going now."

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

Under very different circumstances Isaak might have made a comment about Dimitri's new choice in dental cosmetics--specifically about how delightfully kitsch they are.

"Hey yourself."

And unlike the Spy he's not particularly gifted with the ability to remain so nonchalant in the presence of somebody who possibly wants to kill him again. His body remains on guard and against the door as the Spy rattles on and leisurely takes up space on his couch like a lazy house cat.

He lets out a wry chuckle when Dimitri finally references his loss, knocking his head against the back of the door. Of course that was going to come up. Did he really expect anything different?

"Oh, I'm in more zhen one piece actually, you don't have to vorry about zhat."

Isaak glances back at him, still laughing in a tired, exasperated way. At this point he wouldn't be surprised if the Spy was planning on jabbing a blade in his gut on his way out the door. And after everything... he can't really say that he'd blame him.

Even if he's not certain if he's sorry for smashing Dimitri's face in... he's sorry for what he did that angered the Spy enough to make him want to do it. For being a lousy lover, for being selfish, for being too fucking prideful to show remorse and so fucking self-centered he's only become cognizant of this now. 

Because maybe if he'd been a better lover... he wouldn't have had to come home to a man who can't stand him. Even if they'd still been forced to fight one another. And maybe he wouldn't feel so alone right now, despite the fact that Dimitri's starring at him.

The weak laugh is followed with a deep, breathy sigh and walks away from the door and to the chair at his desk. He doesn't want to look at him, because he knows how sickly and terrified he must look. And he's just in no place to pretend to be hard and stoic. 

"And vhat do you mean, my dog? I know you haven't forgotten our promise."

The Samoyed follows him over to the desk and he strokes the top of her head fondly with a shaky hand. Still avoiding eye contact. 

"I'm going to miss her, but I... gave you my word. Perhaps I spoke too quickly, but--" he shrugs, "Zhat doesn't matter anymore. And I know you could take her from me even if I resist. So... she's yours." 

[bluscoutliam]

pulledteethandspilledink replied to your post:After trying and failing with various tools, Liam…

Vhat zhe fuck are you doing.

…Tryin’ to see if this thing is flammable. If it is, then I am a genius-OW! God that’s hot on my neck! 

*hisses, rubs at the spot of skin he’s burned* 

Maaaaybe a little highah, awaaaay from the shirt. 

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

-Having just come back to the base himself, this is the first time Isaak see's the black band around Liam's neck, and he immediately scowls at it- 

... Is zhat so zhose bastards can fucking TRACK YOU, AUGH, ZHOSE FUCKING--

-Which is followed by a long stream of belligerent Byelorrusian words- 

Have you tried cutting it? Here, give me it to me -waves his fingers- let me try, you're just going to keep burning yourself. 

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

Isaak?

-Once he finally detached himself from Des the Heavy brought himself outside in an attempt to get some cool air to counteract how utterly like shit he feels. When he hears her voice he smiles weakly and waves a hand lazily in her direction- 

Yeah, zhey got me too, don’t even ask how zhey managed to carry me out. Zhey must have used a teleporter. Heh. Bastards. 

[hillcountry-hippie-hardhat]

Oh my god.

*As soon as he admits that he was taken too, Willie rushes forward to embrace him. She then starts checking him over, looking for obvious injuries.*

Are you alright? What did they do? They took one of our boys and tortured him, dumped him back in respawn range and let him bleed to death.

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

-And as soon as Willie throws her arms around him and starts pawing for injuries Isaak reaches for her hands. His own are still shaky and sweaty, but he’s still going to try and smile like there’s not a damn thing wrong. Though his tone might say otherwise-

Hey now, hey, Villie. If you keep doing zhat people are going to talk. Do I look like I’m bleeding to you? 

-He lets her go to remove the pipe from the side of his mouth- 

Zhey did nozhing I couldn’t handle. 

[hillcountry-hippie-hardhat]

*Willie sees the smile, but she notices the shaking too. She frowns, but steps back when he releases her hands.*

I… well you know I’m gonna worry, Isaak. They’re sayin’ some of the ones they took ain’t turned up yet, and the ones that have…

…what did they do to you?

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

Of course you're going to, you vouldn't be my dear friend if you veren't henning me. 

-With a twist of his abnormal tongue the Heavy pops the pipe back into his mouth and takes another hit. Suddenly, he's feeling a lot less conversational. But he knows Willie isn't going to leave until she gets answers. And he cares about her too much not to provide her with any. 

Still, it takes a moment to find the words-

Vell, if it makes you feel any better nobody, nobody kicked my ass. 

-He lets out a deep, breathy sigh and pinches the middle of his eyebrows as he offers her his pipe- 

Zhey put zhe ubercharge on my heart again. 

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

Isaak?

-Once he finally detached himself from Des the Heavy brought himself outside in an attempt to get some cool air to counteract how utterly like shit he feels. When he hears her voice he smiles weakly and waves a hand lazily in her direction- 

Yeah, zhey got me too, don’t even ask how zhey managed to carry me out. Zhey must have used a teleporter. Heh. Bastards. 

[hillcountry-hippie-hardhat]

Oh my god.

*As soon as he admits that he was taken too, Willie rushes forward to embrace him. She then starts checking him over, looking for obvious injuries.*

Are you alright? What did they do? They took one of our boys and tortured him, dumped him back in respawn range and let him bleed to death.

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

-And as soon as Willie throws her arms around him and starts pawing for injuries Isaak reaches for her hands. His own are still shaky and sweaty, but he's still going to try and smile like there's not a damn thing wrong. Though his tone might say otherwise-

Hey now, hey, Villie. If you keep doing zhat people are going to talk. Do I look like I'm bleeding to you? 

-He lets her go to remove the pipe from the side of his mouth- 

Zhey did nozhing I couldn't handle. 

[offtovisityourmother-blog]

re: abductions and whatnot

Dimitri has been aware of how eerily quiet the bases have been for the past days. Joseph’s gone missing, he hasn’t seen Liam or Donny or even Tess lately, and despite his best efforts he can’t help but be concerned that a certain dog that he tends to “kidnap” a lot hasn’t been walked.

No, really, after the way the battle evolved—that’s what he gets for getting sentimental at the worst moments—he could not give any less of a fuck about Isaak’s well-being. Isaak can go sit on his thumbs and fuck himself on the Admin’s lap, as far as Dimitri’s concerned.

Pavlova, on the other hand…

The C-block at BLU is completely silent as he picks Isaak’s door, and he’s greeted by a whining samoyed. He wrinkles his nose at the smell; she hasn’t been walked, and her bowls are empty. 

"Hey puppy," he sinks to his knees and gives her a friendly ruffle. "There, there. You’re not alone now, you big baby."

Pavlova practically lunges at her food the moment he sets it on the floor, and he pours fresh water in her bowl. While the temptation to let her make messes in Isaak’s room is strong—he would not steal her this time, if Isaak came back to find her missing it would mean Dimitri cares enough to piss him off further, and he won’t have any of that anymore, it’s childish and pointless and he’s too fucking tired to deal with that fatass—he also knows that the samoyed needs her daily exercise.

The hard part is not to take Pavlova out for a walk. The hard part is to leave her back in her room, and the hardest part is to go.

Especially since the moment Dimitri sat on Isaak’s ratty old couch Pavlova jumped on his lap and hasn’t moved since.

Now what.

[pulledteethandspilledink-blog]

Clearly, Isaak isn't in the right stage of mind when he returns to the base, because uncharacteristically of him he doesn't immediately run to Pavlova's needs. It takes a good while for him to even think about her, and for that thought to lead to the eventual realization that his precious Samoyed has yet to be fed in fucking days. 

Once that's become clear the Heavy can't hurry to his room fast enough, already with a bowl of water at hand. Of which spills all over the floor when he drops it upon throwing the door open and finding Dimitri sitting on his couch. 

"Vhat are you doing here."

He realizes the answer to that, though, fairly quickly. What with the food and water dishes already residing on the floor. That's... that's comforting. As much as he'd rather not be in the Spy's presence, especially now that he's got so much more to worry about. Nervously, he kicks the door closed behind him. Which causes Pavlova to stir and finally remove her royal ass from Dimitri's lap.

"... Vere you... Stuck under her... ?"