The bare hand was gently caressing that white head of hair, slow motions against the strands in soothing strokes. Raikov could feel his warm breath purr along his scalp, the leaning of his torso to nuzzle him.
"Vanya... Vanya... My dearest Vanya. It's too late now."
His voice was hushed, muffled. Raikov could feel pain bleed along the edge of his words, for all of his strength, passion, and ferocity.
"It's been too late for decades. The Cold War is over. The Soviet Union has fallen.
"You were the last thing I heard before I died. It was raining, and you held me."
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Date: 2010-12-22 06:48 am (UTC)"Vanya... Vanya... My dearest Vanya. It's too late now."
His voice was hushed, muffled. Raikov could feel pain bleed along the edge of his words, for all of his strength, passion, and ferocity.
"It's been too late for decades. The Cold War is over. The Soviet Union has fallen.
"You were the last thing I heard before I died. It was raining, and you held me."