09-04-2014, 11:16 AM
Fucking Yegor. Pyotr had known Yegor for awhile and they didn't get along. To be more specific, Yegor enjoyed finding things to harass Pyotr about. It had been going on for years. The problem was, the guy was popular and often people followed his lead.
Pytor looked back for a minute and saw that Raul and Stanislav were with him. Typical. Those two followed him everywhere. Yegor did what he usually did, pretended to be friendly before finding something to quip about. In this case - Anthony's accident at the Christmas Dinner.
"I didn't spill anything - someone else came to my table. The Ascendancy was pleased with my service."
Pytor turned back to his locker, but his gaze fell upon Stanislav as he removed the top of his track suit. Pyotr had never seen the Gopnik topless before. Pyotr's eyes lingered for a bit admiring the way...
Pyotr completed the turn of his head. Shit!
Pytor thought. He'd just given Yegor ammunition.
Pytor looked back for a minute and saw that Raul and Stanislav were with him. Typical. Those two followed him everywhere. Yegor did what he usually did, pretended to be friendly before finding something to quip about. In this case - Anthony's accident at the Christmas Dinner.
"I didn't spill anything - someone else came to my table. The Ascendancy was pleased with my service."
Pytor turned back to his locker, but his gaze fell upon Stanislav as he removed the top of his track suit. Pyotr had never seen the Gopnik topless before. Pyotr's eyes lingered for a bit admiring the way...
Pyotr completed the turn of his head. Shit!
Pytor thought. He'd just given Yegor ammunition.