Oh lord, the Russo was mortified. He watched Liliya eye up Anann and then so boldly say that to her. He covered his eyes as best as he could with his hand, wishing he could practically disappear into the floor. But at least his father provided adequete distraction with the introduction of a relative of his. Really, he was so far from home but had nothing but family around him. "здравствулте."This is ridiculous. His safety net never seemed to disappear; it was always there beneath him. What's next, a long lost brother?
The music began, and the Russo turned to watch a couple of people perform; he knew only one, but that was because he had his ear talked off by him. The other two were not very familiar, but one he recognized vaguely as the King's woman. But the tune they played was not the kind of song he would dance to, he wanted something slower, something he knew how to move to. He fumbled with his words as he turned to look at Anann, trying to untangle his tongue. "Ah, Anann. If zhe song changes, vould you vant to dance?"
Anatoliy almost darted a look toward his father and sister, as though daring them to say anything. He doubted they would, but Liliya had already embarrassed him enough for the moment.
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