"In a quiet lagoon, devils dwell."
- russian sayings
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The two sat across from each other. Zhenya sita with his lega crossed in a gentle manner, as he always does. His right hand rests at the beige cloth covering the table. And TaekJoo could not care less to look proper. He is here for the food. He was excited for his wagyu platter, while Zhenya ordered a salad.
"Did the N.I.S. dispatch you to Russia?"
Is he talking about us running into each other?
Since Director like got a whiff of his location, it is best not to stay at one place too long. Hence why he roams around. Once the time comes, he will find out how and from whom Zhenya got his whereabouts. There is a small change he's working with Intelligence Service, but he doesn't see how that would be possible. Whilst he is struggling to understand, the opposite to him is enjoying the scene. TaekJoo looks at his humored expression that slips out here and there.
"What."
He waves his hand. "No. Your face is telling me everything."
He rolls his eyes at the comment. "Whatever."
The dining restaurant was not far from their pervious location. The fact TaekJoo wanted a warm meal, was not a lie. Half an excuse, if you will.
He's been on the run for 4 weeks. He didn't want to stand out so restaurants, pubs in Korea we out of the question. But since he came to Russia, there is les chance people recognize him. He's had hope for a finally proper food.
The restaurant itself was proper, classy. Chic chandeliers hanging from the drooping cielling. The tables were not narrow or pent, but somehow he felt Zhenya being too close for comfort.
The establishment was exeptionally busy, so if he had to wait another half an hour with this guy more then he needed to, he would just eat hot charcoal with leaves.
The waitress finally arrives after couple of minutes, which felt like hours under Zhenyas gaze.
She servers TaekJoo his food and just as he was about to take his fork, the same waitress was standing by his side. With Zhenya's plate still on her hands.
"Excuse me, sir. Can I have your name?" TaekJoo immediately thought she was a spy and closed his mouth. He should not reveal his name.
Looking at her, she seemed pretty nervous. Is she actually a threat? Russian women are not ugly, is what he can say. Not his type, but he can appreciate a little sympathy towards him. He could flirt a little. He reaches and takes her free hand, lifting it.
"To whom I have the-"
He stops, as he feels a familiar warmth on his hand. It was Zhenya's.
"Это свидание. Подви́нь жо́пу."
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"ZAIKA"
Fiksi PenggemarThough 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.
