🌹 - one shots.

ix. die, die, and die.

“ Die! Die! Die! ” The Russian said, looking at the two in front of him.

“ What? ” Maksym said, as Miroslav raises an eyebrow.

“ I can't die, sorry I'm flag carrier. ” Miroslav said, as Maksym nodded. “ Same here. Sorry Viktor. ”

Viktor loudly sighed, “ I'm deadass, a flag carrier too! ”

“ You should understand then! We're all flag carriers! You don't like Maksym, and he doesn't like you. Okay, Viktor. ” Miroslav said, putting his hands up.

“ Eastern Block? More like I hate all of you valley! ” A woman walked up, her hair in braids. Flowers tangled in them.

“ Hoxha! Who invited you? ” Viktor snarled, the woman laughed.

Miroslav coughed, “ I, invited her. As well as a few other people. So, your ass better calm down. ” He said, staring at Viktor.

Maksym looked to the woman, “ Lovely surprise, Enkeleida. I suppose Ioana was invited as well? ” He asked, as Enkeleida smiled.

“ Yes. For fucks sake. I can't invite anyone anymore without one of you fussing. ” Miroslav said, rubbing his forehead.

“ Look! Misha is coming, I convinced a few others. Just because you don't like people, doesn't mean I don't. I have a few friends, and I'm sure you know them! ” He said, as Viktor sighed.

“ At least, Misha is coming. She's tolerable. ” Viktor said.

Maksym huffed, “ You bring all the Russians. Just to bully me? ” Miroslav shook his head, “ Not you. I promise I invited skyup. I swear, I remembered too. ”

“  I don't like her though! ” Maksym said, frowning.

Miroslav shook his head, “ Picky Bastards. ”

“ Now shut it, we're at a public restaurant. Just because we have a private separate dinning room doesn't mean people can't hear us. ”

Maksym already knew, it was going to be a long, night. Arguing and yelling.

It was normal, for the Eastern Block.