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// The Fuzz VI: Dinner in Byelorussia 
// Story: A Christmas to Remember 
// by TwiPON3 
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Seth and Sofia had just ordered at Café Kiev, they both ordered Dr Pepper and Chicken Kiev (real thing), leaving them to ponder over what would be for the next few days.

"The fact that I lived with you and... Natalya?" Seth said, not quite remembering their Mom's name, "like I was your brother here in the Byelorussian SSR until I was seven should do me good, depending on how far this goes. For some reason, I've always been more accustomed to calling Mom by her name instead of 'Mom'. Hell, I don't even know why I took the bastard's name. I regret not keeping Mom's name, but Autumn was going through hard times."

"You know Byelorussian, but not Russian. I always thought that strange."

"I know the feeling. I just wish we could have been with Mom and Dad together a lot more."

"What happened to him?"

"I don't really know. He and his second wife, Fushidarana on'na, just left Autumn and I with the apartment in Brooklyn when we were sixteen, for whatever reason," he sipped his drink, "I'm glad that dickface didn't show up to her funeral when she died a month after leaving us for some slut prostitute."

"Jackass came and got you when you were seven, leaving us in Minsk for no reason."

"I hope he's dead," Seth commented, "Is America great? Sure. Is Byelorussia great? Just as sure. Our dick-of-a-father coming to get me to make up for seven-and-a-half years lost time? He tore me away from my home."

"He hated me, say I 'Natalya Number 2', then hates Mom, saying she is rotten, no-good communist."

"Dad was a real dick, the one month we both remember seeing him. Between him or Stalin, I choose Stalin."

"Dy. Same here."

Sofia's phone rang, showing Autumn's number.

"I'll take it," Seth said, tapping Адказ, "Hello?"

"Seth? There's a cop here, and she wants to talk to you."

"Okay," he said, worriedly putting the phone on speaker.

"Seth DeMeats, this is Officer Passion Silverstreak. In light of recent events, I am willing to offer a plea. If you place all of the responsibility for the crime on Sofia, claiming that she threatened your life, I'll let you be pardoned as a victim, minor accomplice at worst."

"Um, just a sec."

"Just take it!" Sofia mouthed silently, "I will get out on my on."

"Is that what happened?"

"Officer, I... Jesus, I get worried at this kind of thing."

"Go with her deal," Sofia mouthed again, "We are megageniuses. We figure something out."

"Well?"

She nodded.

"Yes, that's what happened, but I can't get over to you right now, I'm kind of... unavailable."

"I understand that you're working with a family member in Europe, from what your cousin told me."

Fuck you! he thought.

"Yes, ma'am, that's true."

"I'll need you and Sofia to report to the police department in a month."

"Okay," Seth said, ending the call.

"We need to hurry," Sofia said, "This going to be harder than we originally thought."