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you alternated between adler and the carpet, your eyes widening with each passing second.

he watched you back with the face of a sly cat.

"what"

step.

"the"

step.

"fuck" – you smashed the singed spot on the carpet with all the anger you could muster. – "are you doing, are you drunk?"

russell lifted his hands in  surrender, avoiding your frowning face. " 'm sorry, just messing with ya." the smug fucker couldn't hide the laughter in his voice. he turned back to you. – "won't happen again."

second, two, three. as adler slightly tilted his head to the left, you sighed and fished the pack out of his pocket.

"i'm watching you." you pointed at him with the cigarette box for emphasis.

russ flashed his teeth.

"fine by me."

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the shot rang in the air.

you dodged every infil mission on the soviet soil. you protested your direct involvement on the solovetsky. you managed to go a whole decade without any involvement with this damned country. and yet, here you are.

"what, missed the homeland?" – woods watched you with boredom written all over his face. you rose to your feet, stomping the grass patch you've been playing with.

"you miss vietnam?"

woods flicked the cig. "fair."

"soviets pay that bad?" – alex chimed in.

"soviets torture that good." – you scoffed. curiosity was written all over mason's face, but he didn't get the opportunity to express it.

"stitch's dead. let's wrap it up." adler locked eyes with you. and yet, it was worth it.

woods grabbed the radio. "hudson, we're flying home."

alex jumped a little at the palm grabbing his shoulder. "i'll tell you."

you hopped inside the helicopter.