You sat at the end of a long wooden table and stared down at a bowl that was filled with a red chunky like consistency. You had no idea what to think about what happened today; you woke up in Japan and now your spending the evening in Russia. You raised your head up from the bowl and looked over at the creepy, yet friendly Russian man seating directly opposite of you chugging down a bottle of vodka. He pulled the glass bottle away from his lips and locked eyes with you while grinning.
Ivan: getting out of his seat walking over to you
Why you no touch borscht?
You: straitening your back and seating still
I- I'm not hungry. (Fake smiling)
Ivan: holding up a bottle of vodka
нет, нет (no, no) you need to eat or you will die in Russian winter. Here, I will add vodka, vodka fixes everything! Da?
You: waving your hands
NO, NO! I don't dr--
Ivan: smiling at you while pouring in the vodka
HAHA! You are funny my sunflower!
He stopped pouring and looked at you with excited eyes, gesturing at you to at least try the meal. You squirming inside, put picked up the spoon and slowly dipped it into the bowl. The smell of vodka filled your nose and caused a small gag in your mouth, but you were afraid to see what he would do if you didn't at lease sample the dish. The spoon was full to the rim, you squeezed your (e/c) eyes closed at the feeling of the spoon against your soft, pink lips and stopped breathing as the small was too strong. You slowly opened your mouth and inserted the spoon, but didn't dare to swallow or move the spoon in fear of consuming the substance. Instead you sat there with closed eyes not breathing, but trying to plot your escape from this dish. Your eyes widen suddenly and the spoon was pulled out of your mouth, you sat there coughing and gagging; while the man grinned with the spoon in his hand.
Ivan: grinning
You are having traditional reaction to borscht and vodka, da?
You: chugging down a glass of water
This is (Drinking) nor-mal? (Drinking)
Ivan: gesturing to the bowl
More da?
You: clearing your throat
No! (Eye twitch) ... No thank you, I'm mean.
Ivan nodded and grinned, then pressed the vodka back up to his lips and took a swig of it before he grabbed your hand and walked with you out of the dining room.
...
Ivan pushed open a heavy wooden door and you both walked in. Each wall of the room was covered with painted sunflowers and a bright blue sky, the carpeting was all a grassy green and in the middle of the room was a circular bed that looked like a green hill. You stood by the bed and slowly turned around clockwise.
Ivan: smiling
Da, it does look like sunflower field.
There was no windows or any other furniture, even the door was painted the same to match the walls. You looked up and saw that the roof was painted blue with a few white clouds and the only light in the room looked like a big bright sun against the roof. You looked down and saw Ivan sitting on the floor, watching the lifeless flowers; so you decided to join the entranced Russian. You glanced over at him and saw something missing; like Ivan longed for something, something that he didn't already have.
Ivan: starring at the flowers
You have this room while you stay in Russia. Sunflowers need to belong with sunflowers. (Looking at you) You are my beautiful sunflower.
You: stunned but blushing
Thank you Ivan, but this room seems special to you.
Ivan: looking into your eyes
Da, it is. I keep everything that is special in here, that's why you belong here.
You: nodded, turning your attention back onto the wall
Why are sunflowers special to you?
Ivan: watching the flowers
They are something that we don't have in Russia. We don't have warming flowers, just long Russian winters filled with loneliness and isolation. You can understand, da?
You: smirking
Da!
Ivan: looking at you and smiling
Clever sunflower!
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This is kinda short, but I think the sweet things in life don't need to come in big packages; if you accept this odd excuse. Honestly tho, this seems like a rather sweet chapter.
P.S. I'm gonna get to try borscht in real life soon, my little sister's best friend is Russian, so yeah, I'm really excited about it. XD
The funny thing is that he speaks fluent Russian, so I usually talk to him in Finnish at school; we don't understand each other at all, but we get some super weird looks from people XD
Kiitos (Thank you)
~BlueTimeFly
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