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"We loved with a love that was more than love."
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Simmons and the others stood outside a metal door, he knocked on the door causing a slot in the door to be opened revealing a mans eyes. "Do svidaniya." Simmons said as he looked in through the slot.
"That means good-bye." The Russian stated as he closed the slot, now ignoring the group outside. Aurora looked at Simmons, "So now what? We stand here until someone comes out?" She asked the man as she crossed her arms.
Simmons held up a finger, "Watch this." Simmons begins to speak Russian and slips money through the slot. The door opened, revealing a small bar inside, everyone inside speaking Russian.
The four walked in and looked around before walking to the bar. "Dutch, give me something." Simmons demanded, Dutch began flipping through the small book he held, "Ah... B-baryshnikov." Dutch said out loud.
"We do speak English." The one man said as he looked over the group.
"Dutch, you suck."
"It's a Cyrillic alphabet! It's like all the buttons you never push on a calculator!" Dutch defended himself as he threw his arms down in frustration. The people around him began laughing at his frustration, "I don't suck." He muttered quietly as he looked down.
"Agent, Seymour Simmons, Sector Eight, formerly Seven. We know who you are, cosmonautchiks." Simmons told the man as he looked at him. "So what?" The man shrugged. "You were supposed to travel to the dark side of the moon, then... Tch, it all got shut down. The question is, why?"
Aurora watched as the woman next to the man began talking Russian, "Can my child smoke in here?" Dutch attempted to translate as the woman behind the counter began shouting in Russian and pulled out a gun, followed by the other woman at the table. Aurora quickly pulled out her own and pointed it around the room, making sure no one tried anything.
"Ah-okay, all right, okay." Sam muttered as he looked around the room, growing intimidated by the guns being pointed at them.
"Go ahead, shoot me. I'm willing to die for my country. Are you?" Simmons asked the woman who stared at him. The woman began speaking Russian again, "Really?" Simmons questioned her.
The bartender began yelling once again, Simmons looked back over to the woman in front of him, "You are beautiful. Has anyone ever told you you're beautiful?" He asked the woman, she spoke Russian once again, "She's a beautiful woman." Simmons stated with a nod of his head.
