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Akira smiled at the brave Fumizuki, "Then, if the Prince accepts my offer, I would be honored if you helped too."

He stood "I can't let Fumizuki go alone. I'll go too....I just want to be a good father"

Sergei made a beckoning signal towards Claude. When Claude came over and leaned towards him, he said something inaudible. Claude nodded and went to prepare his drink. After a bit, Claude came back with a warm mug of sbiten and slid it towards him. Dragunov nodded and sipped the fragrant and spicy drink to warm himself up.

Akira waved a hello at Sergei.

"Okie, Papa." Fumizuki smiled happily, as she was more than okay with having Drael along. Besides, his strength might come in handy.

Sergei looked at Akira and simply nodded before returning to his warm sbiten. He had brought a pink tank model kit with him and started to work on it, snapping the plastic pieces off their frames.

She watched what was going on between everyone, seeing thor look between her and fumizuki, she smiled softly

He sat with Akira "hey imōto-chan" he set a slice of cheesecake in front of her and a slice for himself "let's have some cheesecake"

He started to hum a random tune off his head. Sergei had already built the base of the tank and was almost finished with his sbiten. His light gray fur-lined winter coat hung from the back of his chair. He took a moment to take another sip of his drink.

Heather stood up and walked over to Sergei and sat d9wn in fr9nt of him "hi there, my name is heather"

Sergei looked at Heather with a impassive express. "Hm," he simply responsed and continued on his model kit. The unfinished tank was hot pink. He briefly held it up and analyzed it for a second.

"hot pink? that's a supris8ng choice? Is that what you wanted or all they had left?" he rose an eyebrow

Sergei looked at Heather and simply sighed. Honestly, he didn't mind the hot pink color. It gave the model tank charm in his opinion. Sergei looked over to the instruction and gently placed on the tank's turret, finishing his work. He briefly smiled at the tank.

she narrowed her eyes "Зажгите любовь, это простой вопрос, вы, русские мужчины, и ваше использование слов"

@Akira and Fumizuki,
Zuko looked up at the two, a tear rolling down his cheek. He sniffled and spoke up, "Can.. can you two help me find my Uncle Iroh too?" He murmured softly.

Sergei looked up again at Heather who spoke decent Russian. He could understand her English perfectly fine too. "Hm." He reached for a small leather pouch attached to the back of his winter coat and grabbed a pen then wrote on a napkin. He did it cautiously to not rip it in the process. Once Sergei finished, he passed the napkin over to Heather. It read, "Розовая модель этого танка — моя любимая."

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"Certainly."

She took the note and looked at it, and smiled before saying "... Почему вы предпочитаете не говорить?"

Sergei frowned slightly at Heather's question about him not speaking. He found simply finds not talking easier especially for the type of work he was in. "Hm." He pondered of his answer before writing again. "Просто потому, что."

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A/N: The translation for the Russian might be butchered due to using Google Translate.

"hm" she nodded softly