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The young Russian boy was delighted when he wasn't shoved out of Mars' lap or met with a glare or anger. He was comfortable where he was and decided that, aside from Adrian, this guy was his new best friend. He was cool. He looked so badass and could sing and knew how to play guitar! He liked anyone who knew how to sing like he and Adrian. He didn't understand why Adrian didn't sing more or show off his skills, he was so awesome. So it was refreshing to see someone who wasn't too shy. Even if he was just a tad awkward, thinking he was going insane and that this pup was a new figment of his crazy imagination. But Liya was very, very real.
The little boy giggled when the older man reached over and gently flicked his ear and he wiggled where he was, only to stop when he heard the male's name. Mars Russo---Russo-- Iliya knew that name. That was his name. Not the Mars part, but the Russo part. There was very, very little chance this was some other Russo family. Iliya sat up abruptly, staring up at Mars with a surprised expression that wiped off his excited little smile for a moment. But it quickly returned and the young pup seemed very excited, but he didn't speak yet. He allowed Mars to finish his simple questioning, in short sentences he was able to mostly understand with some clarity.
"Live... with... Adrian! He papa," he said, finally giving up and speaking in his broken English with such a heavy Russian accent that it would likely make it somewhat hard for the older male to understand what he said. "Papa Adrian. Nyet mam." He never knew a mother, never had a mother-figure in his life. Adrian was pretty much his only family. But then he remembered Mars' last name.... "Iliya Rurik Russo!" he squeaked his name as he twisted around on Mars' lap to prop himself up on the male's chest to look him better in the face. "Me." He nodded, giving a big grin.
The only thing he had when he had met Adrian was his name-- which his Uncle had so graciously given the stranger who had been forced to buy the pup off him in order to save him. God only knows where Iliya would've ended up had Adrian not come along and done what he did. "Mars Russo... Liya Russo!" He yipped excitedly, bouncing on Mars. Good thing he was still small enough not to just crush the older male. Was he family? How in the world did he have family all the way over in the new place? And he'd drag Adrian to meet this male as soon as possible. Adrian would like him, he was sure. He was a friend... he was family.