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Anatoliy answered his sister as best as he could, considering she was going at about a hundred miles an hour with her questions. Every now and then he would laugh at her speed and tell her to slow down a little bit. He told her how the trip had been, how he had to join the crew when he woke up and ended up building up a body that would have rivaled the family fisherman back home. He told her how Verusha was doing back home, though he omitted how worried she probably was when her last son never came back to her. While Anatoliy told Liliya this, he shifted his golden eyes on his father, wondering what he still thought of his mother. That was probably why questions about their mother were not extended to Rurik for answering.
Suddenly the three of them halted, and the youngest male Russo tried to look around his father to see why. Eyes widened as he saw someone he had not seen for as long as the other two. What was Silas suddenly doing here? Now, this was just plain ridiculous. It was almost too much to handle in a single day. Finding his father and sister AND his older brother? Really, it was such a cruel joke that they all appeared on the same day. Anatoliy was glad to be young, for otherwise he would have easily had an attack of some sort over the suddenness of it all. Liliya did not give him time to gape, dragging him from under the carcass, though he and his father managed to get it on the table before it collapsed on the floor.
"Silas," said the brown toned male, eying his brother. Anatoliy wondered how he was supposed to greet his brother now that they were really adults, young as they were. Вы имеете очень большое время, брат." A light smile appeared on his face, replacing the easy, excited one from before. Liliya still clung onto his arm a little bit, so the Russo stuck his free hand out toward his brother, wondering if he would shake it in return like a man, or give him a hug like a brother.