Ah, I suppose not then. [Blink blink blink. Well, who was he t refute kindness? So Ivan smiles and nods.]
I'd like that, though I can't say I won't get lost, New York's streets are...twisting?
[Ah, who cares, English had never been his strong suit and he doubts it will ever be. But he gestures for Firo to follow him, package under his arm as he leads him home, past dirty tenement streets packed with Irish and Italians. He's swift, and though the two of them chat he easily steps around the muck in the roads and running children. Eventually the people change, wares sold in the streets becoming something familiar to Ivan, the language shouted from door to door his own. He waves and shouts back a greeting to a young woman with a child at hip ("dobryi vecher Annushka!") before continuing on his way. A little further down he gestures to one of the buildings and heads towards it.]
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I'd like that, though I can't say I won't get lost, New York's streets are...twisting?
[Ah, who cares, English had never been his strong suit and he doubts it will ever be. But he gestures for Firo to follow him, package under his arm as he leads him home, past dirty tenement streets packed with Irish and Italians. He's swift, and though the two of them chat he easily steps around the muck in the roads and running children. Eventually the people change, wares sold in the streets becoming something familiar to Ivan, the language shouted from door to door his own. He waves and shouts back a greeting to a young woman with a child at hip ("dobryi vecher Annushka!") before continuing on his way. A little further down he gestures to one of the buildings and heads towards it.]
It is this one.