misha promptly choked and coughed for a good thirty seconds when odet had called him misha instead of demitri. how the hell did he find that out?
what a stupid question. odet was smart. he was a goddamn genius for god’s sake, not to mention married to the most powerful man in atlas, which meant he had access to all of the world’s knowledge right at his fingertips. misha should’ve prepared for this, should’ve had all his lies prepared beforehand just in case something like this ever happened. what was especially humiliating about this was that odet decided to bring this up during lunch of all times.
his reaction was obviously one of surprise; he can’t salvage this. he knows when he’s beat, after all. “ that didn’t take you as long as i thought it would. what else did you dig up, mein schwan? ” he cocks his head when he asks, hands folded for his chin to rest on as he leans forward. “ or did my beloved son finally fess up in an attempt to kiss your ass? getting into ace ops is all the little traitor ever talks about lately. ”