A promise...

an adventure with Fyodor

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It was morning,  Mr. Dostoevsky just leaved Yumeno in their first day of school,  Fyodor had his suitcases inside the car already. He went directly to the airport and took his private flight. 
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-hello Mr. Dostoevsky- offers him a hand.
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- Hello my fellow, oh, I can't accept your offer sorry - shows him his hands with gloves.
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- oh, yes, sorry I completely forgot about your ability- lets him enter the plane
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-so what are the problems we have in Russia?  - says while grabbing his highball glass
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-well, theses are the next plans, and, I wanted to discuss about your family sir... - shows him a book
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-i see - drinks a shot of vodka-  tell me about that stupidity-
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A long talk took place, 10 hours of flight since Japan to my dear Russia.  As we got there I got out of the plane and smell the fresh air of my cold land.
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-How wonderful is to be back again,  right Yaskolov? - fyodor got down of the plane .
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-funny cause you just spend one week on Japan, by the way, did my clone ability was useful?
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-yes, it was, oh, I gotta tell you something but you should swear on your life to don't tell him.
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-sure sir, I have always been devoted to you.
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-okay well, remember that black diamond ring you help me buy?
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-yes sir, what about it?
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-i proposed to my lover, and now its my fiancé, he has a child,  and well, we could say I'm about to have a family...
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He stayed in silence.
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-oh, sir, that's wonderful,  you'll have the family you always wanted!  I'm sure you'll be a better husband and better parent than him sir! -he smiled
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-Yaskolov, I'm so happy to have you, I would love to give you a hug but, well...you know - Yaskolov reaction was a smile and a simple chuckle-
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We went straight to my old place....the place I most hated...
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-sir, umm...do you want me to-
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-no, its okay Yaskolov,  I'll go inside could you wait outside? I have a plan I want to tell you after this -Yaskolov nods
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Fyodor went to the uppest room and opened the door, there he was...
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-Fyodor.
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-Hello sir, I heard you wanted me to meet you...
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-yes, i heard you bought a ring..
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Fyodor froze, how tf he knew that? Yaskolov wouldn't say that, not even if they hurt him...then, how?
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-are you hiding something, моя маленькая мышка?
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-it was a long time since you called me like that  sir....
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-i know,  but now, tell me Fyo, Where's the lady?
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-lady..?
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-i knew it, it was pretty weird you never brought me a nice lady, you're like "those" people right?
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-....- fyodor looked away
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-i see, why haven't you presented him then?
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-....
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-?
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-you don't care...?
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-i mean, as long you manage my company and give me grandchildren its okay.
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Fyodor smiled, his father was actually acting nice again, fyodor didn't hugged him but give him a hand shake.
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-thanks sir, about grandchildren...
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-?
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-my fiancé has a kid already...
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The father was confused
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-i thought your fiancé was Nikolai.. hehe...
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-oh, well no, he's already married
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-WHAT?! HE DIDN'T INVITE ME TO HIS WEDDING?!
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-yes...he invited me and my fiancé.
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-i see...when will I be able meet this fiancé? Is how is he? When did you meet him? Since when are you dating?
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-slow a little sir, he's kind, playful, he's a little suicidal, he's very skilled at everything except at cooking, hes..he's...
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-hes sexy?  - Mr Dostoevsky interrupted
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-i- uhhh yes, I meet me when I was 11 or 12, whe date since then.
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-h-how tf didn't I noticed it before?!
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-haha...long story...
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-how old is he?
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-23
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-mmm...you're older by 2 years?
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-yes
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-and his child?
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-uhhh...they're 13
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Father surprised
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-how?...did he...
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-yes, you know him...Ōgai Mori...
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-oh, yeah, he never pays, I hate him.
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-so you're sure you'll take the responsibility of that kid?
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-yes sir.
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-i see... well when will I meet them?
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-i gotta tell them I have a dad first...
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Mr. Dostoevsky looked offended.
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-you told them you were fatherless?!
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-yeah...
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Mr. Dostoevsky smacked the shit out of him with a Russian newspaper
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-fucking idiot! Now, go and tell them, I want to meet my grandchild!
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-i mean they're not my kid you know that.
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-so? They're my son in law kid so yeah, they're my grandchild.
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-okay, I'll go now. Goodbye sir.
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Goodbye моя маленькая мышка.
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