Russians unite for a better tomorrow (Natasha)
It just so happened that on this day, somebody had found an old letter written in funny symbols. They had brought it to Piotr not for him to translate, but to see if he had seen it before, anything like it, or if he thought that it should go to Belia. It could be spy code, after all, or alien messages. Piotr had laughed and said that it was nothing so spectacular. Just Russian.
"No, you see..." He pointed at a line on the paper, indicating it to a man who held a look on his face akin to a deer in headlights. He had not expected to get a language lesson out of this, and was suddenly thinking about regretting his choice. "It is a love letter. This line here, it says it all. Pomni, ya vsеgda ryadom, remember, I am always next to you. Vsyo pad kontrolem, everything is under control. Ya tebya lyublyu, I love you. This man was very fond of this woman, my friend. It is no spy letter or a warning of any kind."
"Oh. Uh, that's great, thanks."
"Do you mind terribly if I keep this?" Piotr didn't want to take anything from a citizen of die Festung, but it had been so long since he'd last seen his language written down anywhere. And the sentiments behind the letter were the sort that he thought Kitty would like to see. They were hopeful. Loving. Joyful.
"No, that's fine. I should go, though. I'll talk to you later."
"Da. Have a nice day!" Piotr looked at the letter again, then glanced around for a place to sit so he could read the rest.