Москва, Россия (xviii)
Panic Button
Time went on.
"Ally!" a young boy's voice chirped, muffled by brick walls. "Alyosha, where are you?"
Alyosha smiled, set down the pen and notebook he was holding, and walked to the window of his apartment. Sure enough, there was Feliks, a wide smile covering his face. Alyosha opened the window, meaning to say something, then sputtered as his hair flew into his face with the cold wind, prompting a laugh from the boy below.
He angrily brushed the brunette locks away from his face. "Privet, Feliks!" he called in Russian. "You'll wake up the dead with that shouting!"
"Eh, they sleep too well anyway!"
The elder laughed. "Then you'll wake up my angry neighbor."
"If you don't want her to wake up, I'd recommend you unlock the door and let me into the building!"
"Now why should I do that?"
Feliks brought his hands up to his chin, creating a heart shape. "Because you love me?"
Another laugh, and Alyosha closed the window, then pressed the rusty door lock button. There was a muffled buzz noise from the floor below, and Alyosha walked back to the old, tattered couch he had been on before. He picked up the notebook again and continued his notes.
The door to his apartment creaked open and a boy entered. He flopped unceremoniously onto the sofa, then rested his head on Alyosha's leg. Out of force of habit, the older boy began to run his free hand t
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