Hotel Six: A Call of Duty Fanfiction

Chapter 29: Intel

The next morning came and when she rolled over, Vladimir wasn't there. Sasha looked around, uncertain. His scent was all over the room, but there was no way to tell if he was still in the house. She slid out of bed and searched for her clothes. 

"Ach, there's no way I'm wearing this dress first thing in the morning," she said to herself. And, dammit, her bag was still out by the front door. She looked around the room and decided to put on his maroon button-down from the night before. It covered her up enough and it was comfortable, so she could venture out and grab her bag.

She was greeted by the smell of pancakes when she emerged. Unusual. She would have thought that eggs or porridge would be the most popular choice. Sasha looked into the kitchen and saw Vladimir standing there, spatula in hand.

He looked up and smiled. "Good morning, gorgeous," he said.

Sasha looked at him puzzled at first, then replied. "Good morning... What are you making?"

"Blini," he responded. "Hope that suits your taste."

She looked it over and smiled. "It smells very good."

He set a plate on the table and pulled out her seat for her. "What would you like on it?" he asked.

"What do you have?"

"Anything and everything you could possibly want," he purred, kissing her cheek. 

Sasha narrowed her eyes. "I feel like you are testing me..." she said.

His smile fell from genuine and bright to just a shade above sinister. "How so?" he asked.

"You are testing my English speaking, but I do not think I know the words for what I want..."

Vladimir was suddenly seized by laughter and he came back to her to hug her from behind and kiss her cheek again. "You're adorable," he said. "Alright, let me test you. What is this?" he asked, holding up a jam jar.

"That's easy," she said. "It is jam."

He set it down. "What about this?"

She looked questionably at it. "That looks like... Cream?" 

"Sour cream," he corrected. "But that's very good. I also have this..." He held up a jar full of an opaque, gold substance.

"... Is that..." She thought hard for a second, not for the English word, but for the Russian word which she was struggling to recall. "... Honey... Um..." She snapped her fingers, feining to be at a loss for words.

He smiled. "It's 'honey,' in English."

She brightened. "Oh! Like the English pet-name!"

"Exactly," he said. "Now... Which one would you like?"

"Jam, please," she chirped.

A couple of weeks passed, and Sasha was becoming a frequent visitor of Vladimir's. She would come over after "work," they would find something to fill the evening- whether that be a date or simply hours of fluctuating intimacy and naps- and then she would spend the night, have breakfast, and start the whole thing over again.

It was one particular morning that she woke up and Galaxy was anxious. "We need to get out of here, I can't take this anymore."

"Shut up, Gal; are you really waking me up for this?"

"Yes!" she shot back. "I am! We've been here for two weeks, you've done nothing but eat, sleep, and whore around with Vladimir, and you haven't gathered any intel. We're running out of time before we miss our window to go home."