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So, [Isaak says, his tone neutral,] what are the chances of this mess sticking around past midnight?

[He's got a big pile of assorted photographs in hand, snapshots of any number of people, gathered without much rhyme or reason.

Actually, he's not paying much attention to them.

He takes another photo off the table, and moves it in front of the camera, half-covered so only the other man is visible, smiling.]

I'm looking for photographs of this man.

[And that's all he has to say.]

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[He spots Isaak at the bar and immediately walks over, not wasting any time sitting down next to him and ordering himself a drink -- a strong one. It's only after this is done that he finally turns to Isaak to truly address him.]

And how are you enjoying this particular curse?

It's certainly interesting, I'll give it that. The City does like to set us against one another, doesn't it?

It does, though the picture I've found of you isn't the sort that would set anyone against you, I don't think.

Nonetheless, I'm not sure I want it in circulation.

It does seem rather personal.

[He finally slides the picture across the table, facedown.]

[He reaches and slides it closer, tipping the edge up like a playing card to look at it.

The clever move, of course, would be not to react in the least, but really as it's already no secret he wants it, he does allow himself too long a look, and a trace of a smile.]

It must be a very special picture.

[He has to admit, he's curious, but he doesn't think Isaak will tell him much, even if he asks directly.]

[He isn't actually all that reluctant to speak about it; it's merely a matter of finding the right audience. He doesn't want an outpouring of sympathy, of course-- for all he's a romantic he's also a pragmatist, and it's not as though he and Viktor led safe lives. Andrew, though, is perhaps-- he thinks-- a little too cold by habit. For all their similarities, they certainly differ there. Isaak is a creature of passion; it's experience and willpower that holds it in check.

He would have given everything up for Viktor. He can't imagine Andrew doing the same for anyone, really. They get along well because there's no moral judgment attached to that perception.]

It's someone I don't expect I'll see again.

[There isn't and never has been anyone in the world Andrew would give everything up for -- his city comes closest to fitting that role, and that's hardly a person, just a physical manifestation of his own great ideas. Still, he's intrigued by the idea of Isaak caring about someone.]

That's a pity. May I ask what picture you have of mine?

[In answer, he spreads the remainder of his pictures-- the ones he hasn't traded or sold back to their rightful owners-- with the one he suspects is Andrew at the end.]

[He looks from picture to picture, not recognizing any of them, about to say Isaak is wrong, but then he sees the one at the very end, and lays a hand on it, almost as though to cover it up.]

This one, then.

Not so bad, is it?

[he teases, though with a straight face. The kind of joke that isn't one, really.

His palm still rests securely over the photograph of Viktor.]

That depends entirely upon your definition of 'bad.'

I expect it does.

[It's not a question, quite, but there's something expectant in his pause.]

This...

[He gestures to the picture, a picture of himself as a young boy. It's an inoffensive picture to most people, just a small child with some family members.]

... this isn't particularly how I like to think of myself.

I'd been meaning to ask if Ryan is a common name in Minsk.

[That, in fact, is no secret, and harping on it for the sole, simple purpose of annoying the other man is becoming one of his favourite pastimes.]

I find it's... grounding, to remember where one has been.

If you're asking whether Ryan is my birth name, it isn't.

I've no need to ask.

I suppose not, although you know what they say about making assumptions.

[He just hums, agreeable but noncommittal, and takes a sip of his drink.]

Only if there's nothing to back it up. But call yourself whatever you like, Andrei.

Most people don't call me Andrei, either.

[He lets you get away with it, though, Isaak. You're special.]

How fortunate for us both that I'm quite comfortable not being most people.

I wouldn't expect you to be.

[He takes a quick look at the picture again.]

I was never suited to being a child.

[Isaak tilts his head a bit, considering the image.]

No, you don't seem it,

[he agrees. There's something far too serious in the boy's demeanor; or perhaps he's only reading what he knows into the image. Perhaps it doesn't make much of a difference.]

What are you going to do with the photograph?

[There, he's curious.]

[He wasn't a happy child, but then, he's overly serious as an adult, too.]

I intend to keep it, I suppose, assuming it doesn't simply disappear when the curse ends.

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