Spiral 4: Porclein On the last day he spent with his son, Andrei Alkaev had spent the better part of an afternoon preparing a farewell feast.Spiral 4: Porclein by ~uhanekahu
"Proper food", he said, furiously beating the eggs as though he had caught them sleeping with his girlfriend, "you can't get a proper meal with the French, they'll fuss and fret about making it look good they don't care if it actually is good. Now go get me the onions."
Proper food, of course, being food from Andrei's homeland; borsch, stroganov, buckwheat kasha, drachona, and finished off with kozinaki. It was as though he was trying to erase all the times he had been absent for work, all the times he brought strange
Contrivance I am a soldier.Contrivance by ~uhanekahu
A damn good one, too, if he does say so himself, and he does indeed say that. Frequently. He is many things, but modest is not one of them. He'll never ask, but he's convinced Leo Milano did that on purpose to offset Ethan's quiet, timid nature.
But I'll never earn a medal.
Nor does he want to. What use does he have for shiny trinkets? He's not some thick-skulled grunt trained to blindly obey orders and fight in wars he doesn't understand. He has no need for decorations that say how many skulls he's blown off, how many sons he's taken from their mothers. He's not some insecure Russian that needs to mutilate his flesh with
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