[ Igor wakes with a crash. Suddenly, all at once, from the blissful nothingness of a deep sleep to the smack of his head against the dusty nightstand, the jolted lamp falling on his face, his own howl as he cradles his nose from the impact, and the familiar screaming of Ani - Anora. Within seconds of hitting the ground, one hand is wiping blood from his nose and the other is extended towards her, the warding motion one makes to assure distance between themselves and a rabid dog.
A rabid dog with her tits out. Eyes squeeze shut, and then look at some indeterminate place over her shoulder, leaving him open for a face full of dusty pillow. ]
No, no, no, no.
[ A string of Russian curses as he looks around at the unfamiliar room, bringing his knees to his bare chest and rising on his feet just a couple of inches before thinking better of it. He slumps back down with a cough, and picks up the lamp to...to do what with it? Set it back upright, for lack of a better plan, and pointlessly telling it to stay. ]
What is this? This is not my place.
[ Dusty or not, the place looks rich. Baba's apartment doesn't have crystal chandeliers. ]
welcome!
A rabid dog with her tits out. Eyes squeeze shut, and then look at some indeterminate place over her shoulder, leaving him open for a face full of dusty pillow. ]
No, no, no, no.
[ A string of Russian curses as he looks around at the unfamiliar room, bringing his knees to his bare chest and rising on his feet just a couple of inches before thinking better of it. He slumps back down with a cough, and picks up the lamp to...to do what with it? Set it back upright, for lack of a better plan, and pointlessly telling it to stay. ]
What is this? This is not my place.
[ Dusty or not, the place looks rich. Baba's apartment doesn't have crystal chandeliers. ]