[ Well, at least the food smells good. Ivan's head tips to the side, eyes bright and wide as he looks around at all the people flitting around. It's...nice, and very, very, different from the world he's used to. But at the same time, there's some similarities he can already pick out. ]
Nyet--no. [ A little smile catches at the corner of his mouth, the English still odd after a lifetime of Russian. ] It is -- how you say? -- out of way?
[ More like, he's obviously an immigrant, and not one from Italy. It's a lot easier to just hang with his crowd of ruskies, okay. ]
poor dear never stood a chance /smh
Nyet--no. [ A little smile catches at the corner of his mouth, the English still odd after a lifetime of Russian. ] It is -- how you say? -- out of way?
[ More like, he's obviously an immigrant, and not one from Italy. It's a lot easier to just hang with his crowd of ruskies, okay. ]