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[majorcrotchgrab]

[It's close enough.]

Major.

[This is the most he's told anyone here. Congrats, V.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Major. [ He repeats this thoughtfully. ] Major Raikov. Rather a nice ring to it, I think. If I'd known, I should have been calling you that this whole time, shouldn't I?

[ He's not being serious about that part, but he really does approve of the title. There's a certain something about men in positions of power... as long as it's not power over him, of course. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[The edge of his mouth twitches a bit as he forces a smirk. If Valmont's good at reading people, then he might be able to tell that Raikov's not as chipper as he's putting on to be.]

If you were in the Soviet army, perhaps. But this is a different time, a different world. The title means nothing here.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Valmont isn't so great at reading people beyond "are they attracted to me" and "will they give me things". Both of which are true of Raikov, of course, so why should he bother to worry about anything else? ]

"But that was in another country, and besides, the wench is dead." I quite understand. Still, you may consider me impressed by your rank. [ Just a little. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov casually shrugs and takes a sip of his tea. He doesn't get Valmont's reference, sadly.]

I certainly have been impressing you a lot lately, haven't I...?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ That's because Raikov is an ignorant plebe who needs to read more British literature. ]

I don't believe I mentioned your doing anything else particularly impressive.

[ Sip. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Now his smirk is geunine. He leans over the table slightly and hushes his voice. There's children around.]

I'm sorry. Does almost every night for the past month not count as impressive? Because you seemed quite impressed, especially that first day.

[Raikov wiggles his tongue suggestively then licks his lips for good measure.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ He flushes, trying very hard to act like someone who didn't just choke on his tea. ]

Well, yes, of course, you're quite good in bed. I - I thought that was obvious, that's all.

[ He's embarrassed. What a cutie. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov finds it very cute. He leans back in his chair and casually takes another sip of his tea.]

So I have impressed you in more ways than one.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ He ducks his head, becoming very interested in his remaining tea. ]

Yes, well. Don't let it go to your head.

[majorcrotchgrab]

I got to yours though.

[LOL WHICH HEAD DOES HE MEAN?]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Clever.

[ He puts as much British sarcasm into that word as he can possibly muster. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

I know.

[Either he doesn't sense the sarcasm or he just doesn't care. What a troll.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ There's reasonably companionable silence for a minute while the two of them drink their tea. Finally, though, Valmont feels compelled to speak up. ]

So. Is there anything else I ought to know about you, Ivan? You haven't been hiding anything important from me, have you?

[ YOU SHOULD TALK... ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Valmont, asking about him? Wow. This is a good day.]

That's a rather broad spectrum. Define "important."

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ He's just trying to see what he's gotten himself into. It's not because he actually cares about you or anything. Gosh. ]

Oh, facts about your life. Anything crucial you think I ought to know. Say, for instance... [ He had indicated a belief in such things, after all. ] Have you ever perhaps had any dealings with the supernatural?

[ Because if Raikov knows any demons, Valmont is noping out of there, amazing sex be damned. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Oh. This is a subject he can actually talk about. Raikov'll ask a certain question just to be on the safe side though.]

Hmmm... How much do you know about World War II?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Well, I'm no particular scholar of the war, but I certainly know the basics. Why?

[majorcrotchgrab]

Curious.

Have you heard of the Cobra Unit?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

The what?

[majorcrotchgrab]

A group of elite super soldiers who helped us win the War.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

That's as may be, but I've never heard of them. Perhaps they're more well known in Russia.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Or they were erased from history on purpose.

[Considering the fact that Volgin's death was never publically announced. And that was kind of a big deal. The man was considered a war hero in Russia. They kept everything from Operation Snake Eater a complete secret. Only those who lived through it know what really happened and they've been forced to be silent. No one would ever believe them anyways.]

Since you aren't aware of them, I'll explain the supernatural connection. Each member had... unique abilities. One in particular was a spirit medium, if I remember correctly. I never met him personally. He died before my time in the service. But there was always this... odd air about their leader, The Boss. Like someone else was there besides her, you know?

[He pauses, debating whether or not to continue telling him everything.]

There was one other instance but...

[Raikov cuts himself off. Valmont will push if he really wants to know.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Ghosts? Well, that's not ideal, but it's a damn sight better than demons. If that's the extent of it, at least... which it seems not to be. ]

And you were involved with this unit? [ He looks sidelong at Raikov. ] Are you telling me you have some kind of powers yourself?

[majorcrotchgrab]

Oh, no. I wasn't involved. They were called to the base I was serving at by my Colonel. I only interacted with them on occasion... or about as much as one can in a two week period.