Illya could almost hear his voices of his friends in Russia, vocalising their disdain for his decadent western ways. They would no doubt tell him, in no uncertain terms, that he had grown soft. They would say he had lost the ability to do things for himself. Sometimes, he wondered if that was true, but given he had recently survived a five day jungle trek, while injured, he chose not to worry.
Illya swept the thoughts from his head. He was hungry, and he was going to get Chinese food delivered, regardless of what his countrymen would think of it.
Illya swept the thoughts from his head. He was hungry, and he was going to get Chinese food delivered, regardless of what his countrymen would think of it.
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Date: 2015-09-02 08:07 pm (UTC)Good job!
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Date: 2015-09-02 08:27 pm (UTC)Chinese food trumps everything, with the possible exception of Indian food.
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