The Warmth of Russia

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Vera laughed at Lily as she paced around the room, going off on another tangent of angry spells toward the man she was dealing with.

"Vera, I'm not laughing." she chucked her heel at her.

"I know you're not but damn I am." she laughed. "These moments with you are hilarious."

"I'm glad you find hilarity." she stormed over to the table, slamming her bag down.

"Ever since you've been working for Braginski, you have had these fits at least twice a day. Heck, I think I should record them and see what the internet thinks."

"If it wasn't for my job, I would have popped him by now."

"Oh, come on, don't tell me Ivan Braginski isn't that-" Vera couldn't even finish her sentence as she busted out in laughter.

"You know it is. Since day one it's been nothing but 'Why don't you be a good girl and organize those papers with Toris.' or 'Keep your nose where it belongs and not on my desk.' or wait how about this one, 'You sure you are dressing best?' as my ass pops out every time I bend the hell over for anything!"

For the last two weeks Lily, had done the man's bidding and didn't argue with anything he told her to do. What irritated her was the fact he wouldn't let her fully work on things, especially the Krokodil.

Well, what little he knew was better for her as well. Lily had been secretly gathering intel like mad and finally had enough for Vera to nab one of the biggest dealers and makers. She was quite proud of herself snooping under his large nose. Heck, she was humming the Mission Impossible theme during it.

Vera sighed as she wiped her eyes, "Ok, now that you have made my sides ache, it's time for us to head to the theatre."

"True. Give me a moment to escape this outfit." Lily stated, wanting to rid the day away.

Lily's headache was just the beginning of a new once she got to the theatre, the actors practically did what they wanted and ignored her at every turn as Vera searched for the programs and documents for the group.

"Once again, from the top." she said for the umpteenth time.

Viktor, their one partner in the small program, shouted her words in Russian to them finally getting them to listen.

"I hate to break bad news but I think the folder is at the apartment. I'll run and get it." Vera said, gathering her bag.

"Are you sure dearie? It's not here in the back office?" Lily questioned.

"Net. I checked everywhere. I think I left them on my desk. I'll be right back. You have issues use Viktor." and with that Vera was out the door.

"Grand." Lily mumbled to herself.

A set of sour notes and a thud caught her attention. Glancing up she saw the one actress was dropped on her bottom and the chorus looked at Lily in worry.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Of all things, you do that? Anna, are you alright?" Lily shouted.

"Da." came the mousy voice.

"How hard is it to keep together and stay on the right path with everything? We have gone over this whole scene for days now and yet not one of you have it right!"

"Hmph!" the lead actress crossed her arms and glared at Lily, finally blasting her with a string of Russian so fast that she could barely catch up with it.

"Enough!" Lily slammed her fist down on the table.

"Lily." Viktor spoke up.

"Yes?"