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[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov's looking rather chipper - perhaps even a bit smug. All that can be seen in the video is mostly his upper body, bit of a pencil, and what appears to be Café Juliet behind him. He seems to be writing something... or perhaps drawing]

I'm rather enjoying today, even with having to hug people I'd normally not do so to.

[The Russian stops to tap the pencil against his bottom lip, smirking at the device]

Seems some of you can't handle our style of embracing though. I've heard all too many backs cracking and uncomfortable grunting throughout the day. Tsk tsk...

[He goes back to drawing, and when he speaks again, it's in Russian]

/I wanted to enjoy the weather and the effects of the curse, so I decided to stop at Café Juliet on my way back from work for some tea. Won't you join me, Zhenya?/

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video; // private

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Of course Raikov enjoys the view. It is Volgin, after all. That morning had been nice as well. This certainly wasn't a bad curse.]

/Mmhmm. Just finished up my shift. I brought some tapas as well for us to snack on./

video; // private

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[This must be a curse, he still repeats to himself. He must be cursed. The City is finally getting to him.

What else could it do to him?

(No, they're all probably used to this. It... happens to everyone. Doesn't it?)

Hngh. Oh. Ivan.]

Hn. /Tapas? What are those?/

video; // private

[majorcrotchgrab]

/Spanish appetizers./

video; // private

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Ivan isn't bad to hug though. Maybe he just wanted to ... hug Raikov.

But the network seems to be indicating others with a similar sort of... inhibition problem. He can't be among them.]

/I can think of something else./

video; // private

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov chuckles. He too feels the urge to hug the hell out of Volgin. Weird.]

/Not the best with tea, I suppose... I'll see you in a bit?/

video; // private

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[ What if he ... ? To the wrong person? Someone else? Not that he had much to fear from other people, but there were things other than vampires out there. He knew he met at least one of them. And it gave him a hell of a rash.

(To be fair, he also sort of... pissed it off, but that was beside the point.)]

/Hn. I'll be there soon.

I imagine you could use another model to, heh, compliment the scenery./

[There is the creaking of the bed, the scenery shifting as he gets up and closes the feed.]