"К нам, волчок, не ходи!
Нашу Машу не буди!
Баю-баюшки-баю,
Не ложися на краю!"
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(Don't come, a little wolf, to us!
Don't wake up our Masha!
Hush baby sleep tight...
Don't lie on the edge of the bed or else!)
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Taek Joo's mind was clouded by a familiar yet dangerous sensation. Not long ago, he left the forest and walked quite far away from it. He wished to convince himself the ranger, who is that man, is truly gone. That he lost him.
He really wanted it to be the case. He couldn't be further from the truth.
From beyond what his senses could reach, the danger long lurked behind him. Silently. Taek Joo though that much is expected of Zhenya. Perhaps his sister, Olga, knew very different Zhenya. His indifferent stanice, which he never showed to himself.
The nature of his acting, he revealed that himself. Taek Joo's family life was nothing problematic compared to his. Well, he can't say a bad word about his mother. His father is the absent in his life and line of job, but that never mattered to him. His mother was the best father he could've ever gotten. Zhenya comes from a mobile, scared family, feared by all. His worries, if he had any. Does Zhenya ever worry?
He thought that many times to himself. Given the way Zhenya acts towards him. He sure as hell does not, nor ever cared to. This made him run away. Would he ever not cross his path, or involve in this mission, this would have been a different story.
Would Zhenya catch himself thinking about what he does to Taek Joo. Or meet him in under different circumstances...
Hell, this just could have been a love story.
At this, he shakes his head, rubbing his temple. He must be running mad, from the freezing cold he has been exposed to.
This damn village...
The sleeves tighten from his grip, wondering is he will get. Frost bite. The snow on the road is cleared, yet walking feeling equally heavy, as if he was buried under an avalanche.
On his right, there was the same house he passed by. At that tíme, there were couple of kids playing in that damn cold snow, threating it like a feather-bed. Russian kids really are resistant.
He rolles his eyes, the irony hitting him hard. He thinks back at the kids, as he lets out a scoff.
He still knows the toughest russian kid. Maybe he will start treating him like one. He doesn't neet to get tough. That mother fucker needs to soften up instead.
A few minutes passed by, as the houses he sees do. Nothing on his mind. Passersby give him a strange look. Being a foreigner to Russia isn't a big deal, or so Taek Joo though. Russia and Korea never had a direct dispute and asians are quite welcome to Russia. It could Also be that they couldn't care less. So why did he recieve strange looks. Not even he, as if something....
"Зайка, почему ты обижаешь меня?"
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"ZAIKA"
FanfictionThough it seems his past got swept under the rug, he could not be more wrong. What happens when the person who still haunts him to this day, finds his whereabouts? That one being the one and only Psikh Bogdanov.
