himself, he admired Fyodor for his rigidness.
โWhen looking at him it is like staring at something beautiful you cannot touch or have. It is torture my good fellow, but he has allowed us to have wonderful careers alongside him.โ
โOnly when I know Iโm under scrutiny or when Iโm sick. When Iโm sick I go to the extra level. It makes everyone steer clear of me.โ
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of playing cards. He only knew go fish but it was his most prized achievementโฆ ยป
Blue eyes dropped to the small piece of churro that remained and when Finneas looked at him, he offered a smile while finishing chewing.
โDo you suffer from random bouts of anxiety? Iโve never seen you in that state. But tell me what other talents you have, from what Iโve
had been present in places long before anyone saw his face. Pressburger of course said that Fyodor was a good teenage apprentice of some sort.โ
Finneas had no qualms about bragging about Fyodor, in fact he did it with great pleasure. Being quite the clumsy train wreckยป
Iโd love thatโฆ when we first met you mentioned plenty about plants. Itโs the perfect time to buy a plant that will bloom in the autumn, shall we ask our friend voronovski for recommendations?
I'm blushing. Peonies are beautiful, what if we try to learn gardening together? Letโs buy a pot, if it dies on us weโll know weโre truly a failure.
to complain.
โIt seems you have other ways of punishing. On another note how do you find your pay after the first exhibition? That was good journalism considering the first few things written. will be described handsomely in the rest?โ
โWell Iโve never been talented at making others laugh extremely hard. However very good at random bouts of anxiety.โ
Finneas looked down at the small piece of churro that was left for himโ he opened his mouth to comment then clamped it shut.
It wasnโt in his nature ยป
โThere is a third, perhaps more, of jokes at which I laugh out of courtesy because I simply donโt find them funny. And since if I donโt laugh you make a face, I prefer to.โ
He took a large bite of the churro, taking maybe more than Finneas had
โAnd you seem to be very receptive to my jokesโ, Finneas uttered with a hint of amusement in his voice.
He took another bite of the churro and offered the piece in his hand to Yorgoโs
โHere is a reward my good fellow, eat it from my hand.โ
for a moment and the appearance was uncanny.
โYou plan to get married? The look of love has long been upon you since Germany. You practically glow, may I see the ring? I want to be your best man.โ
โSo I should take myself out? I could do that or endure some bruises thatโll make me look awful in the morning. He wants to punch me.โ
Finneas rubbed a hand over his face and shut his eyes tightly. He blinked rapidly once his eyes opened and downed the rest of ยป
โIt isnโt up to me to help you, and besides, how should I? I canโt mediate with a man whose ego and heart are both wounded. This man who wants you dead, is he dangerous? In that case you already know what you need to do.โ
Fyodor made a gesture with his hand like a plane ยป
Fyodorโs drink.
โIโm quite erm passionate about archaeology and so are you. Iโd like to keep my cock in my pants which I have been doing despite how alluring Aaliyah is and yorgoโs. He looks a lot like you.โ
The male squinted at fyodorโs face imagining yorgoโs ยป
Youโd be shocked if I told you, then again not really. Iโm not a home wrecker, I promise. Though a man here remembered my face, I got caught with his wife some months ago and now he wants me dead
โIโll do whatever you want if you want? Free of charge as long as you help me. I havenโt been in hot water like this in a long time, I didnโt know the woman had a husband.โ
The distress across his face wouldnโt leave, he put his hand up to his mouth to stop his fingers ยป
โNot with that cheap trick, Finneas.โ
He slid his empty glass in his direction nonetheless.
Though, was it truly within his power to help him? Fyodor thought to himself. Having studied his green eyes with some intensity, it was perhaps the only evidence he needed to know
from trembling. But he knew that Fyodor could read him like a book. Instead he began tapping his foot incessantly to give in to that familiar habit.
โWe should become monksโฆ. Or maybe priests. Theyโll forgive us even if we arenโt virgins. We can leave the troubled world ยป