Ilya Gavrilov // Илья Гаврилов (
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Not In Siberia Anymore [Intro; Open to everyone at the Institute]
Ilya stood in the lobby of the mansion, attempting not to panic. While his SHIELD handler worked out the final paperwork, she'd benignly told him to stay there. The thing of it was, though, he was pretty sure that an entire apartment complex from home could fit in here. He tried not to fidget as it continued to hit home just how far away from, well, home that he was. The world seemed suddenly much too big, leaving him motionless as he tried to figure out what to do. He looked at his bags and wondered if he should take them up to his room... except he had no idea where his room was. And despite SHIELD having taught him fluent English, the Russian was loathe to call out for help and say something stupid and grammatically incorrect. He didn't want to look like an idiot right after he'd walked through the door.
So the fifteen year old stood there, glancing around awkwardly, silent as a mouse.
So the fifteen year old stood there, glancing around awkwardly, silent as a mouse.
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"I've never been skating. We had shoes back home made to keep us from slipping on it, but the smooth ice was used as a road so anybody attempting to slip around on it would get yanked in by their mothers."
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"Moms are like that. Mine was always pulling my brother and me down from tall furniture. She said we got monkey climbing genes from dad."
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"My mother was on the watch for that too. Except I wanted to climb up onto the roof."