09-17-2013, 11:16 AM
Ivanna came back into his office nearly in a panic. She was so rushed she forgot to speak Russian. "That boy is here again."
Vlad nodded forgiving her the forgetfulness. The boy was a reason to get upset about. He hadn't told anyone to expect him back. It was his fault she was so rushed. "It's okay," he responded in Russian to remind her of her lapse. Ivanna's flushed in embarrassment, but she didn't apologize as she walked back to the front.
Vlad wondered what the boy had done with the money. He was a drug addict from the look of him, it was after all his job to know what his clients looked like. The drug of choice was always the only thing that really made them different from one another. Vlad shuffled the papers on his desk and made himself look busy. He was waiting on Peter yet again. That boy was always late. Vlad would have to do something about it later.
There were several things that this other boy was going to do. Vlad didn't trust him. He hadn't trusted Peter either. And he wondered if he really should trust him now. But he was family, but it only went so far.
Peter didn't bother knocking, Ivanna had left the door open. He apologized in Russian. Vlad sighed, the boy was a fast learner but he needed much more discipline. Hopefully the two boys would get along and actually do better for one another, though he doubted it seriously.
Vlad told Peter the three things they were going to do today. Peter argued with him. He could do it all by himself. Vlad was sure of it, but it wasn't a test for Peter, it was a test to see just how willing their new friend was.
As Peter left through his office door, "And make sure you get a name. I'm tired of thinking up ways to address him."
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Peter left his Uncle's office annoyed and aggravated he had the task of playing teacher to the piece of trash that had crashed the party last night. He snickered at his own words. He was proud of himself but his Uncle never seemed to see his potential.
The boy who was probably his age, maybe a little older so Peter could hardly call him a boy like his Uncle. He was sitting at a table eating. Peter sat down across from him. "My Uncle wants me to take you with me to do what I need to do. Three errands to run." Peter leaned back in the chair and waited for him to finish. "I'm Peter by the way."
Vlad nodded forgiving her the forgetfulness. The boy was a reason to get upset about. He hadn't told anyone to expect him back. It was his fault she was so rushed. "It's okay," he responded in Russian to remind her of her lapse. Ivanna's flushed in embarrassment, but she didn't apologize as she walked back to the front.
Vlad wondered what the boy had done with the money. He was a drug addict from the look of him, it was after all his job to know what his clients looked like. The drug of choice was always the only thing that really made them different from one another. Vlad shuffled the papers on his desk and made himself look busy. He was waiting on Peter yet again. That boy was always late. Vlad would have to do something about it later.
There were several things that this other boy was going to do. Vlad didn't trust him. He hadn't trusted Peter either. And he wondered if he really should trust him now. But he was family, but it only went so far.
Peter didn't bother knocking, Ivanna had left the door open. He apologized in Russian. Vlad sighed, the boy was a fast learner but he needed much more discipline. Hopefully the two boys would get along and actually do better for one another, though he doubted it seriously.
Vlad told Peter the three things they were going to do today. Peter argued with him. He could do it all by himself. Vlad was sure of it, but it wasn't a test for Peter, it was a test to see just how willing their new friend was.
As Peter left through his office door, "And make sure you get a name. I'm tired of thinking up ways to address him."
****
Peter left his Uncle's office annoyed and aggravated he had the task of playing teacher to the piece of trash that had crashed the party last night. He snickered at his own words. He was proud of himself but his Uncle never seemed to see his potential.
The boy who was probably his age, maybe a little older so Peter could hardly call him a boy like his Uncle. He was sitting at a table eating. Peter sat down across from him. "My Uncle wants me to take you with me to do what I need to do. Three errands to run." Peter leaned back in the chair and waited for him to finish. "I'm Peter by the way."