Veronica Mars is a marshmallow (ronmars) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-12-07 19:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anatoly sergievsky, veronica mars |
Who: Veronica and Anatoly
When: Backdated to before the snow
Where: Park
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete!
Yuffie usually walked Backup, and Veronica was beyond grateful for her but sometimes she stilled walked the pitbull herself. It was a good way to get out and clear her head for a bit. Plus Backup loved his walks, especially when he got more than one in a day. Although it was beginning to seem like the more walks he got the more energy he had.
Veronica was walking him through a park when Backup made a beeline for the benches, walking straight up to one man reading a book and sniffing his feet. This was the second time in a few weeks Backup had bothered another park goer. At least her dog wasn’t jumping up on the man.
“Backup,” Veronica called walking up behind her dog. “No,” he stopped the sniffing and sat down on his hind legs. Veronica gave his head a pat before turning her attention to the man. “Sorry,” she apologized with a small smile.
The one good thing about holidays was some extra time off. Not that Anatoly didn’t like the work he did, he did like having some more free time. And he was going to try and get some time around Christmas when he’d go to visit his sister, see how she was doing. He should also probably go visit his parents, but that might be a little bit of a stretch considering his patients. Besides, his parents could very well come here to see him if they so wished. His sister, however, couldn’t, and he more than made time to go see her as often as he could.
So to enjoy a little down time, Anatoly had taken a book and sat in a park, wanting to enjoy the weather a bit while also unwinding. Things had been hectic of late, first with some of his patients, and secondly with Svetlana playing Russian roulette. The one involving Svetlana being more of a stressor considering his feelings for her. Which now he was even more self-conscious considering Svetlana knew he had feelings for her.
And there was a part of him that felt she couldn’t, or wouldn’t, be able to get past what his dream self had done. Which he certainly wouldn’t blame her for, his dream self was an asshole, to put it lightly. So he’d just not do anything to shove his feelings in anyone’s face, especially Svetlana. She didn’t need it.
Though he looked down at the dog that was sniffing him. Though when the dog clearly heeded the word of his owner, Anatoly looked up at the woman and gave a little smile in return.
“It’s alright. Is he friendly?” He felt it was best to ask first before trying to pet the dog. Some dogs could seem just fine, but not like if a stranger tried to pet them.
Backup was usually friendly. In the dreams he went after anyone who tried to hurt her, but that wasn’t an issue here. Though she was fairly certain that trait carried over there was just no need for it. “Yes,” she replied. “You can pet him if you want.” She was pretty sure that was what the guy had been implying anyway and Veronica was perfectly fine with strangers petting her dog. Especially ones he decided to go up to and sniff out of nowhere.
“I’m Veronica by the way. And that’s Backup,” she nodded at her dog. Might as well introduce themselves after so rudely interrupting this guy’s reading. Well not that rude. At leas Backup hadn’t jumped on him or anything. Which he rarely did with strangers anyway but still.
Pets were something Anatoly hadn’t really had. Not because of allergies or anything, but his family just hadn’t quite had the time for them. Especially after his sister had become ill. Nevertheless, he liked animals, and didn’t mind the dog at all. So he reached out to give him a pat. It seemed the courteous thing to do after Backup had introduced himself.
“I’m Anatoly,” he responded, looking back at Veronica. “It’s nice to meet you, and Backup.” He had a Russian accent, though it had softened a bit, evidence that he’d spent at least half of his life, if not more, here in America.
Anatoly? That wasn’t a common name and with the fact that this guy had a bit of a Russian accent just like Svetlana. Well Veronica was fairly certain he was in fact the guy Svetlana had told her about. Her dream husband that existed in this world too.
“Thanks,” Veronica replied with a half smile. “So random question but you wouldn’t happened to know Svetlana Sergievskaya would you?” If she was wrong, which Veronica rarely was, then oh well. Didn’t hurt to ask.
At the question, Anatoly looked at her, a little confused by the question. Making the leap from introductions to if he knew Svetlana didn’t seem logical to him, but perhaps the logic would be made clear soon enough.
“Yes, I do. She’s a friend of mine. You know her as well, I take it?” Of course, describing his relationship with Svetlana as being a ‘friend’ might not be the most accurate description, but he wasn’t about to go and jump to any conclusions either. Friend was a safe term that he felt he could actually use regarding Svetlana.
“Yeah,” Veronica confirmed because why else would she be mentioning Svetlana? Anatoly looked confused by her assumption though which she supposed made sense. “Sorry,” she apologized to him for the second time. “Anatoly is just an unusual name. And I heard a bit of an accent. She has one as well so I figured it wasn’t too much of a stretch.” Veronica was good at catching details like that. She always had been, but her attention to detail just grew stronger with her dreams.
“Ah, yes. Not too much of a stretch.” At least as far as Orange County went. Russians tended to not be so popular here, even with the likes of Stahma Tarr here. Nevertheless, things were what they were. “Do you know Svetlana from work?” Because clearly she knew her somehow, and considering Svetlana wasn’t always the social one, it seemed more likely Veronica had met Svetlana at work.
Exactly. At least Anatoly agreed with her on that one and didn't think she was insane for jumping out to the conclusion that she had. Not that she cared too much about what Anatoly or anyone thought of her. “Yeah. I had a client that I needed Svetlana to consult on,” even though Veronica was no longer a lawyer she still couldn't go into much more detail than that. It was privileged information. “We became friends from there. Although sometimes I wonder what goes on in that mind of hers.”
Really, Anatoly didn’t argue with much so long as he could see the logic in it. And considering in this case, there weren’t many Russians around here, he felt it was certainly logical to make that conclusion. He nodded a bit, not bothering to ask any details. After all, he was a psychologist, he well understood the privileged information aspect. “You certainly are not the only one who wonders that about her.” Not by a long shot. Sometimes he did wonder how Svetlana was alive with the recklessness she sometimes acted with.
“Figured it wasn’t just me.” With the conversation from the last lunch she had with Svetlana she had a pretty damn good feeling Anatoly felt the same way as her. But Svetlana was a big girl she could make her own decisions. Veronica knew what it was like to be stubborn.
Backup tugged at his leash. Right, she had been walking him. “Well I’ll let you get back to your reading. It was nice meeting you.” She wasn’t exactly sure what else to say. She wasn’t going to lie and say she had heard good things about him because a lot of what Svetlana had told her had been about the dreams and that wasn’t the best impression. Although she knew it wasn’t fair to judge people based on their dream selves and from the bits she heard about him from this world it was clear he cared about Svetlana.
“No, definitely not.” Anatoly could also count Dmitri in on that, but he wasn’t about to say as much. Just thinking Dmitri’s name more or less brought him out of the woodwork to poke at Anatoly, so he was just going to try and hope that didn’t happen this time. “Ah yes, it was nice to meet you as well.” And perhaps he would speak with Veronica again. He wasn’t the best at people skills, but he knew he needed to make friends. He just hoped that he could make a better impression than his dream self did."