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He kept his eyes locked with Zhenya's for only a moment, but for the first time, saw uncertainty in his gaze and act. And he took the opportunity. Making a run for it
"Ack!" Before he could lift a finger, he felt Zhenya's grip on him. His forearm began tuning white in some areas from the preassure.
He reached for his pocket knife which he hid... Huh?
He completely ignored Zhenya groping his qrm at this point, his senses focusing on feeling anything sharp that he could use.
Looking around, there aren't that many people, yet he doesn't feel right pulling out a weapon, potencially hurting civillians. That's not what he did in his line of work.
To deal with guys of Zhenya's caliber, that he was not trained for either.
"What? Is my Зайк stuck in a trap? Did you see a carrots and run into my arms?"
"You were the one following me. Stop playing around."
He cursed him in Korean, feeling some sort of relief. Only he could feel the obligation to turn the situation around.
He rolled his eyes, accidentally bumping into a pole as he was trying to back off slowly.
"Care for playing the mouse?" He speaks calmly, with his arms spread out.
Seconds of silence pass by, surprisingly, Zhenya doesn't say a word. Is he waiting for him to make a move?
Zhenya's lips twitch, making a deep smirk. There he begins to do something unexpected for this situation. Singing.
That lullaby again.
A warm, watery feeling enveloped his insides. His heart which was beating quite fast, is now beating 150 beats per second.
Slurring out words, those, that reminded him so much of his mother, making him hazy in the mind.
Why the Wolf?
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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.
