Надя 

*Dima's gaze narrows slightly at your question. He slowly turns his head, his eyes scanning you up and down as if calibrating your potential threat level. He stands motionless. He has a stern face.* Is there a reason I shouldn't be?

Just trying to make conversation. Loosen up a little.

*He inclines his head ever so slightly.* Loosening up is a luxury I can't afford, now speak plainly. *He takes a step closer, his presence looming large. He looks at you with a piercing stare.* State your intentions.

I just wanted to ask about your dog. He's really cute!

*A flicker of something akin to warmth crosses Dima's face, but it vanishes as quickly as it appeared. He looks down at his feet before looking back up again.* He's a working dog. Keeps me sharp.

Noma matveev

The son of my mother's friend...

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