A continuation of My little abuse story.
Previously:
Alfred was in his room staring at the ceiling, he wondered where Mattie was. The door opened and a large man entered, he had snowy blonde hair and purple eyes. He was wearing a scarf over his doctors coat.
"Alfred, my name is Dr. Ivan Braginsky and I will be your main therapist from now on" The man said in a soft Russian accent.
Alfred looked at the man in wonder. "Vanya. Vanya. Vanya." He started muttering over and over suprising the doctor.
"Fredka?" Dr. Braginsky asks genuinely shocked.
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Italicized-Russian
Some time ago at a American Kindergarten. A small boy wearing a scarf walked into the room. He had platnum blonde hair and scared purple eyes. The other kids were speaking in a language he could not understand. It was nothing like his own and he couldn't even pick up any meaning in what was said. They might as well be speaking gibberish.
The students were crowded around a blonde boy with shimmering blue eyes. He was talking in that same tongue passionately. His hair was unnatural in the sense that one strand decided physics was a lie and the gravity wasn't worth listening too. His blue eyes locked with Ivan and he walked up to him. He smiles at the unsure Russian with that contagious smile that gets Ivan to smiles just a small bit.
"Why don't you go back to your friends?" Ivan asks in smooth Russian. He doesn't expect the boy to understand him.
"Because, I much rather talk to you. I'm Alfred! It's nice to meet you" the boy said in a choppier Russian.
"I'm Ivan Braginsky...I just moved here from Russia. I only speak Russian and don't understand English." Ivan says
"That's so cool! I've always wanted to go all over the world and Russia would be one of the first destinations!! What's it like there? Where did you live? "The boy was extremely excited but it didn't seem annoying.
"I lived in Moscow. It's quite pretty but also really cold." Ivan says simply "I am curious, where did you learn Russian?"
"Oh! Well, my mean old grinch of a caretaker wanted me to do more than play video games all day and I found I have a skill for learning languages. Russian is actually my 3rd language. " Alfred explains. Ivan raises an eyebrow unbelivingly at the 5-6 year old boy who just shrugs.
"How about I help you learn English and you can pay me back by being my best of all best friends!" Alfred giggles out. Ivan just nodded his head unable to say no to the cute boy.
The two became inseparable, there was never a place where you didn't see Alfred without Ivan. And there wasn't a place where you didn't see Ivan without Alfred. Alfred became a sort of translator/teacher to Ivan as well as a best friend.
They got into a number of shenanigans and pranks that were never traced back to them somehow. They seemed too innocent to pull off such things. But, they were totally guilty.
Learning each others names was interesting to say the least.
"Alfredka!" Ivan would call him
"No, it's just Alfred"
"Alfred-ka." Ivan says
"Where is the ka coming from?" Alfred asked and Ivan shrugged.
"I'll just call you Fredka then." Ivan chuckles
"Fine, but I get to call you Vanya then!" Alfred said with a childish pout.
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