Who: Nicholai and HUNK What: Nicholai's arrival and a face-to-face meeting after six years. When: This morning Rating: I'm putting a safe R because Nick is kind of foul.
He's snarling, nearly splitting the cigarette that is lodged between his teeth as they touch down. It has been a long ride to the island and it has been a true test of Nicholai's patience. The American pilot had been a loud and boisterous rookie who loved to tell a tale or two during the course.
Nicholai is the first to get off and the first to snag his gear from the back. He's silent, stone-cold glare set on anyone that even gives him a dirty glance. He hears the maintenance man on the other side of the chopper and instantly, he's thinking that a little blood on his face would do well for a reunion with Death. But rationality hits him like a wall and he merely spits a few choice Russian swears before slithering across the other side of the air craft.
"Oi, now, don't yee be goin' off and makin' a revolution o'dis thing, now, ey?" O'Brian, the maintenance boy, speaks up just at the time that Ginovaef thinks he is home free. The Russian stops, his neck tenses. He can feel the bones stiffening, almost begging for him to crack the kinks out and deck this Irish punk right across his pale, freckled, dumb face. But Nicholai's shoulders just fall and shake. He's laughing.
"I wonder when the British will finally wipe out that little island of yours. It is such, as you say, an eye sore. It is too bad you were not wiped out in the famine, mn? God's way of weeding out the weak. Ah, guess he has failed us." Nicholai's remark gets a loud string of swears from the crew member, but the pilot is good and steps in between. Nicholai just continues to laugh.
"Keep your dog chained next time, American pig." And off he goes, grinning all the while. His mind spins with the images of the two men at his feet, bleeding and gasping like the pair of fish they are. It sends shivers down the Russian's spine and had someone more enticing not been waiting for him, he probably would have made his dream a firm and harsh reality. But as it stands, he has other fish to cut. Namely ones with blond hair, dark and hollow eyes, and stubble that never seems to grow out of control.