"You can't even hold on to a giant," he retorted as he pulled himself out of her grip. He was smiling at her, laughing easily. This was fun. It had been a while since he had this kind of wild fun. No rules, no real thinking, just moving as things happened. It was just instinct, and he was still young. Anatoliy had not been acting his age very well lately, being so seriously for the family, like he was supposed to have in Russia. Now, he was really just goofing off, wasn't he?
What he did not expect, was the woman to try to take him down with her as their feet met in a tangle. She plummeted, but grabbed him. She fell back and he fell forward. In what seemed an eternity, he opened his eyes to find himself practically on top of her. One knee was between her legs, the other on the other side of that leg. Somehow, the Russo managed to balance himself over her on his arms, keeping from completely falling on top of her. He sent the woman a worried look, even as he was hovering so close above her. "Are you all right?" he asked, barely noticing their position.
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