Message From The Author 2: Thanks for the reviews for Chapter 1 of this story! I greatly appreciated it! Now, I hope you enjoy chapter 2.

Warning: Some suggestive themes. Not really explicit though. So no worries.


Chapter 2: Sinister Tricks

Why am I doing this?

Those where the first words that entered his thoughts after his so called 'master' ordered him to do her laundry. He carried the basket outside. Of course he asked somebody to know where to find the maid "Siesta," and apparently he was in luck for she was doing laundry outside also.

Can she not do it herself? Is she that lazy? Oh that's right. . .I'm her familiar and I have to do what she says.

No wait. . .I don't have to. This is only a dream. My dream. Instead of doing this, I should just kill her right now. If only I had my metal pipe. . .wait since this is a dream, I'm sure it will pop out somewhere. Or maybe General Winter can help me torture her and then finish her off. That will teach her to mess with me, kolkolkolkolkol.

He arrived to his destination, he saw a short black haired maid washing clothes near a fountain She placed a piece of on the wooden bucket of water and then pulled it out so she can scrub any stains off.

She looked so peaceful.

Yet Ivan wanted to crush her. But he had to hold it in.

He approached her. He dropped the basket onto the ground which startled the maid.

"Are. . .you Siesta?" he asked innocently. He decided to look soft.

The maid turned around. "Oh! Yes I am! Do you need anything?"

"I would like to borrow some soap and water. Is that alright with you?"

"Why yes! Of cour-," Siesta noticed a dark aura surrounding him, yet he was smiling.

She gulped in fear.

"Is something the matter?" questioned Ivan.

Siesta shook her head. "Oh no, no, no, no! E-ever-verything's fine! W-what I was going to say is. . .y-you can b-b-borrow some soap! And. . .water! From me! C-come! And. . .w-wash here with me!"

Ivan's eyes narrowed at her. "You don't seem okay. . .Siesta."

"I-I am fine! I can assure you!"

Ivan shrugged. "Okay, if you say so." He sat next to her, which made Siesta tense up. Oh. . .no. . .I shouldn't have said that he can wash with me. She began to shake. Seeing him for whatever reason gave her chills.

Ivan took a premade bucket filled with soapy water and threw some clothes in. He noticed some panties, stockings, nightgowns, and her school uniform in. He took off his gloves and rolled up he sleeves. He pulled out a frilly panty. Her size is small. He thought. Compared to my older sister's.

Siesta stared at Ivan with her eyes opened wide.

"Uhhh. . ." Ivan said, putting the panty back in the water and began to scrub. ". . .kolkol. . ."

". . . "

"You must think that I'm some sort of a pervert, don't you?"

". . . . ."

"Well, I am not. For your information, it just came out of the bucket. I didn't even know I was going to pull that out."

Siesta felt flustered.

"You do believe me right?"

". . . . . . ."

"I said. . . " Ivan stated menacingly as he approached his head closer to Siesta. ". . . you do believe me right?"

Without hesitation, Siesta nodded in fear.

Ivan smiled and pulled his head back. "Good girl."

The next few moments was simply silence. Both continued with their laundry without saying any word. It wasn't until Siesta herself decided to ask a question that Ivan would sadly admit.

"Um, if you don't mind me asking," she began to say. "Are you the familiar that Louise summoned that everyone is talking about?"

Ivan blinked at her. He rinsed Louise's pink nightgown. "Why, yes I am."

"I thought so. Everyone has been talking about a tall plebeian with really light brownish hair, and purple eyes with a long coat and white scarf that Louise summoned to be her familiar, and you fit the description."

Ivan chuckled. "Ah. . .I had a feeling people would start talking about me."

"It's because you are a plebeian," explained Siesta. "It's rare to see plebeians as familiars."

Ivan smirked. "I know, I know. I am one of a kind." He took some clothespins and put the nightgown aligning it with the other clothing on the line. "Well about you?" he asked. "Are you a familiar too?"

"Me? Oh no Mr.," replied Siesta. "I'm just a servant who works here that is all. I too am a plebeian, but no one owns me, besides I would be a pretty bad familiar."

She scratched the back of her head. "No one would want a weak familiar with no special abilities. I bet that you do though."

"I see."

Siesta laughed nervously. "Heh, so um. . .what's your name?"

"Ivan Braginski. The personification of the nation of Russia, but you can me by my human name Ivan."

Siesta nodded. "Oh okay, Mr. Ivan, where is Russia located? I've never heard of that place."

"You seem to be curious about me, da?"

Siesta gasped. He's right! I just can't help it. I'm just so curious, everybody has been talking about him, and has left me hyped about him!

"I'm sorry!" she apologized. "If you want I will no longer ask questions Mr. Ivan!"

Ivan shook his head. "Oh no, it's okay. You can ask as many questions as you like to me."

While I think about how nice if you and that stupid brat Louise became one with me and be my servants.

He mind wandered off to a daydream where both Louise & Siesta were in maid outifts, with chains on wrists and ankles, a metal collar on their necks, attending to his every will. Saying: "Master Ivan~!" while being on a sunflower meadow.

Ah yes. . .I would like that. he thought.

"Mr. Ivan?"

Ivan was snapped out of his dream. "Hmmm?"

"Is everything alright?"

"Oh, yes, yes! I'm fine! Thank you."

"I just wondering, Mr. Ivan. You were dozing off."

"I do that from time to time."

Siesta giggled. "You seem to be very nice."

"Hahaha, you too!" Ivan exclaimed. He ruffled Siesta's hair. "Hey!" cried Siesta blushing.

"You're pretty cute Siesta," Ivan said.

"M-me? Oh no Mr. Ivan, you. . .you don't mean that!"

"I do mean it and you and I can be friends, right?"

"F-friends?"

"Yes, friends."

He really is nice! Siesta thought. He doesn't seem as mean as he did before!

"Of course!" she stated happily.

"Really? Yay! I made a friend!" Ivan embraced Siesta. "Mr! Mr. Ivan!" she cried.

"I never really had that many friends," Ivan said in a sad tone. "But, now you have accepted my friendship, and that makes me so happy!"

Siesta returned the embrace. "You're welcome Mr. Ivan!"

And then when the time comes, I will make you and bratty Louise become one with me and be my slaves. thought Ivan sinisterly. Heh, this girl doesn't know who she will be dealing with.

He released the embrace. "Well, we should probably finish the laundry, da?"

"Yes Mr. Ivan!"

"That's what I like to hear."

. . .

By sunset, the two were done with their laundry. "Thank you for helping me with the laundry, Mr. Ivan," said Siesta as the two walked down the hallway together.

"Oh no Siesta," remarked Ivan. "Thank you. If it weren't for you, I would have never finished it."

Siesta blushed.

"You are very nice, well adjusted girl, Siesta. I like that about you."

"Oh. . .Mr. Ivan. . ."

"Siesta!" cried a voice. "Where are you! Come and help us with preparing the dinner for our students!"

"Oh!' cried Siesta. "I have to go now Mr. Ivan! I hope I can talk to you again soon!" She bowed and skipped happily away.

Ivan made a small wave and smiled. "I hope to see you again too. . ."

Then he felt a growling in his stomach. "Oh, I'm hungry. Hmm. . .I wonder what this place offers to eat. Should I follow Siesta and see where she goes? They better have vodka to drink!" he said but as he began to walk, someone bumped into him.

"Ah!"

"Watch where you are going, dog!"

"Oh, it's you girl," said Ivan. "How are you?"

"Ugh! Bad! I couldn't have any of my beauty sleep today! You know why? Because every five minutes, I had people knocking on my door asking for you! You are like the hot topic around the school!" complained Louise.

"Sounds pretty bad."

Louise groaned. "It is! Now, are you done with my laundry?""Of course, I finished it."

"Show me then familiar!" demanded Louise.

"Do you not trust your 'familiar?'" interrogated Ivan.

"No, I don't. Now show me."

He smiled and his purple aura returned. "Ivan does not like it when people do not trust him." Louise yelped.

"Never mind," she nervously replied. "I believe you."

"You are sure?"

"Y-yes. . ."

"Good girl," he cooed. He patted Louise's head. "Now, can you tell me where I can get some food?"

"Oh! That. . .you need to go to the great dining room."

Ivan nodded. "Mhm, now can you take me there girl?"

"Uh, I would. . .but if you were to come, you would have to sit on the floor."

Ivan raised a brow. "And why is that?"

"Only nobles can sit on the chairs, you are a plebeian so you can't, sorry," Louise explained.

"Hunh, I see. Ah, well. I'll eat on the floor then." And then kill the people who created that stupid rule.

Ivan muttered in his thoughts.

"Um, I rather not have you come tonight, because the people will see you and go all over you, so tomorrow morning instead," said Louise.

"I won't get to eat tonight? That's a shame," Ivan hissed.

Louise gasped. "Oh no! Please don't think that way! I'll bring you food from the dining room, when I'm done. You'll just have to wait outside."

"Okay," Ivan replied bitterly.

"Uh. . .yeah, glad you agreed. . ."

"Heh, well what are we waiting for!" Ivan happily stated. He tugged Louise. "Lets go!"

"Okay, okay, calm down!"

"I'm just so hungry girl."

What is the hell up with him? thought Louise as Ivan followed her to the grand dining room. At first seems nice, then he turns all dark and creepy, now he's all happy! Am I missing something here!

. . .

Ivan sat bitterly on the steps to the entrance of the dining room. He was waiting for Louise return, for she was eating at the dining room with all the other nobles, while he was waiting outside.

He sighed and muttered under his breath cursing in Russian of his beloved 'master.'

He looked up at the night sky and gasped in awe. There were two moons the glistened in the night sky. One pink, the other blue.

I am definitely not on Earth in this dream, he thought. And when will I wake up? This dream is too long. Hmmmmm, maybe it will end with me capturing the girl and Siesta making them my slaves.

He snickered sinisterly. "Yes. . ."

"Huh, it seems that you are interested by the moons I see," Louise said as she walked down the steps with a plate of bread.

Ivan turned around. "Ah, girl."

She sat next to him on the last step. "Will you stop calling me girl, you dog! My name's Louise!"

"And I ask the same for you to stop calling me dog, girl. My name's Ivan or you can call me Russia," he replied calmly.

Louise growled. "Hmph!"

Ivan chuckled. "You're so cute when you fume like that."

"Shut up!" Louise yelled. "And here's your plate of food!"

Ivan took the plate from her and was surprised. "But. . .this is just a piece of bread. This is it?"

"Sorry that's all I can get for you," declared Louise.

Apparently, according to nobles, familiar didn't need to eat much.

Ivan narrowed his eyes toward Louise. "I find that hard to believe," he spat.

"Will you just take the plate of food!" barked Louise. "Be grateful that I at least got you something!"

Ivan growled. "Hmph, I let this slip girl, but tomorrow I will eat much more than this."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Louise stood up. "Lets go."

Ivan followed her taking a bite on the bread, which was very hard to chew. "Horrible. . ." he said as he chewed.

Little did they know that a big chested red haired girl was spying at them from the entrance.

She smirked. "Oh Flame. . ." she cooed. ". . .come here baby!"

The red salamander appeared.

Kirche turned away from the window. "Ah Flame! I need to you do a huge favor. I need you to get Louise's familiar take him to my dorm! You know who he is right?"

Flame nodded and snorted in acceptance to the request.

"Good, now we should get to our dorm first! Before they do!"

. . .

Both Louise & Ivan entered the tower entrance. Ivan finally finished eating the last piece of his bread. "Awful, just awful," he responded with disgust.

"Sorry that you don't like it," Louise said.

Louise disappeared as she turned to a corner, Ivan quickly ran after her, only then to be tackled by the red salamander.

"Huh!"

Flame grabbed on his scarf with his mouth and began to drag him. "H-hey! Release my scarf! Where are you taking me!" demanded Ivan. Oh great. . .I hope he doesn't ruin big sister's scarf.

Flame finally released Ivan as they entered a dark room full of candles everywhere. "Oof!"

Ivan looked up to see Kirche with a frilly purple pajama sweater open and with a lingerie.

"Why hello there, familiar of zero," she purred. "What's your name?"

"K-Kirche?" Ivan asked. He stood up.

"Oh, it seems that you remember my name! How sweet of you!"

She approached to him, which each step Ivan stepped back. "Uh. . ."

"Now, now don't be afraid of me, you know they don't call me Kirche The Ardent for nothing."

"Ardent?""Yes like a torch, it burns so easily. Just like my love for you burns."

"What!"

. . .

"Oh Lord Guiche!" cried a burnette haired girl as she and Guiche presented her a bouquet of flowers.

"For you my dear Katie," he said romantically.

"Oh thank you!" Katie blushed. "You're so sweet!""GUICHE!" hollered Montmorency as she stormed at the scene. "What the hell are you doing!"

"Oh Mont dear!" Guiche stammered. "It's not what you think!"

"Lord Guiche who. . ."

"BEAT IT!" roared Montmorency. Katie jumped in fear and ran.

"You idiot!" Montmorency slapped Guiche. "You dare flirt again!"

Guiche rubbed his swollen cheek. "She's just a friend Monte! No need to get worked up over!"

"If she was just a friend, then you wouldn't be flirting with her you jerk!"

"They were friendly gestures! Not flirting!"

"Liar!"

The two engaged theirselves into a huge argument. Then their attention was suddenly focused to a girl with short blue hair with glasses who approached to them. "Guiche, Montemorency," she spoke quietly.

"WHAT!" they both yelled. "Oh, it's just you Tabitha."

"Do you know if Kirche is in her dorm?" inquired Tabitha with anticipation.

"I don't know," replied Montmorency. "Lets go check. Come on, Guiche."

"Huh? Oh okay, yeah sure."

The quarrel between the two blondes were forgotten as if it disappeared into the air, when they accompanied Tabitha to Kirche's dorm.

They finally arrived at her room. "Should we knock?" asked Montmorency.

"Hnn, the door's a tad bit open," pointed out Guiche as he noticed the door open just a bit.

He suddenly heard the voices of giggling. "Hmm?"

. . .

"Now, where were we?" questioned Kirche as she pinned Ivan onto the ground. "I apologize for what just happened. It was such a nuisance. Don't you agree Flame?"

Flame snorted in annoyance turned his back on her master. After flame throwing a couple of male students from the academy by Kirche's command, who were asking her why was she with Ivan and why she missed her dates with them, he felt like he longer wanted a part of this.

Kirche giggled. She focused back on Ivan. "You haven't told me your name yet."

"It's. . . Ivan."

"Very interesting name, Ivan." Kirche began to rub his chest. "Hnn, I bet you have a nice chest to show off."

Guiche gasped at the sight. "Holy crap!"

"What is it?" Montmorency peered through the door. "Woah!"

Flame's ears twitched and looked at the door, who Guiche and Montmorency quickly moved away from.

Flame snorted in curiosity and then faced the wall.

"What's going on?" whispered Tabitha to Guiche.

"Kirche is trying to seduce Louise's familiar!" whispered Guiche back.

"Why the heck does she try to do that to every boy she meets?" whispered Montmorency.

"That's Kirche for you," whispered Tabitha.

"Remember earlier today when I wanted to show you how this academy works, but your stupid master wouldn't allow me?" purred Kirche.

"Ah, yes I do," replied Ivan. "Why?"

"Because you are about to find out," Kirche started to unbutton Ivan's coat, as Guiche and the other two were watching.

"He's going to fall for the trap," whispered Guiche.

"W-what! What are you doing to me?" stuttered Ivan.

Kirche laughed. "You can't be serious hun! You see, when I first saw you, I knew you were the one for me! So that's why I made Flame bring you here! I love you, Ivan. Do you not want to taste The Ardent? Or do you want to go back to Louise The Zero? Compare my body to her's. I'm much more better to please."

"In love?" whispered Montemorency in a shocking tone. "She's faking it!" whispered Guiche. "She does that to every guy she finds attractive. She only wants his stick!"

Montmorency's face turned deep red. "Oh my. . ." Tabitha face palmed at Guiche's vulgar statement.

"Let me love you Ivan," Kirche purred. "I'll show you a great time." Ivan then smiled, which made Kirche smirked, which caused her to think it was a signal of approval. However that was not what the smile actually meant.

"You love me, da? That's very kind of you to offer me this," he replied casually. "But I'm afraid that Russia does not need such services."

"Services! What?" exclaimed Kirche.

"Rejected!" Guiche & Montmorency laughed softly. Tabitha raised her eyebrows in shock, for she knew that no guy has ever rejected Kirche's seduction.

Until now.

"She got rejected! Kirche got rejected!" sang Guiche and his female companion.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Wha?" The three looked at Louise who was standing in her pink nightgown.

"Why if isn't Louise The Zero!" Guiche announced. "What brings you here?"

"I'm looking for my familiar," muttered Louise. "He ran off somewhere, that dog. Has anybody seen him?"

Guiche and the other two gulped.

"Uh, nope! Haven't seen him!" blurted out Montmorency.

"T-t-that's right! He's not around here!" agreed Guiche.

Louise crossed her arms. "Uh-huh. Okay then." Her eyes narrowed at Kirche's door. "Why are you guys near Kirche's dorm? Is something going on in there?"

"Nope! Nothing interesting of that matter!"

"I think you guys are hiding something from me. Let me go check."

"No!" Montmorency cried she held back Louise.

"What the! Let go of me!"

"Not gonna happen Zero!"

Ivan heard the voice of his master. Girl!

"Louise The Zero!" growled Kirche. "Damn her."

"It seems that my master is here for me," Ivan stated. "Now, will you excuse me, I better be going now." He tried to get up but Kirche pushed him back down.

"No! I'm not letting you go!"

"Why not?"

"Ivan, you can't leave yet! We haven't even started! Can't you see that I love you!"

Ivan frowned. "You better let me go," he warned.

Kirche laughed and crossed her arms. "And if I refuse?" she sneered.

Then she was pushed by Ivan, she fell on her butt. "Ow! Hey! You jerk! You-!"

"Shut up," Ivan said coldy as she pinned Kirche to the wall.

Flame growled in shock to see his master being pinned by the Russian. He was preparing himself a fire beam to hit him, but Ivan stopped him with his menacing glare. His piecring purple eyes scared Flame. He back down and wimpered.

"Flame!" Kirche gasped. She turned to Ivan "You-!"

Ivan shoved and pinned her wrists onto the wall. "Look, allow me to repeat what I said," he said in a harsh tone. "I'm not interesting in any of your services, Ms. Kirche. So let me go and leave me alone. Your attempt at seducing me will NOT work."

Kirche noticed the look in his eyes. He was not kidding. Those eyes were so imitating, so menacing, as if they could pierce her own soul. His facial expression scared the living hell out of her. His grip on her wrists was so strong, enough to crush them.

"You don't love me, you only want pleasure. Go do your dirty work on someone else," Ivan threatened.

"Or else, prepare to be tortured by my bare hands."

"Release me!" Louise cried, she knocked Montmorency with her elbow. "No Louise!" exclaimed Guiche as Louise opened the door. "Kirche!"

And from there she saw a frightened Kirche onto the wall pinned by a disturbing, cold Ivan.

"Let go of me you monster!" protested Kirche in fear and was trembling.

Ivan released Kirche's wrists with disgust. He turned to Louise, with a changed expression. "Ah, it's you girl."

"What is the meaning of this?" Louise inquired with disgust.

"Your familiar is a monster!" yelled Kirche. She rubbed and showed Louise her swollen wrists. "Look what he did to me!"

"Ivan! What did you do to Kirche?" demanded Louise. No repsonse came from the Russian familiar.

"Answer me Ivan!"

Ivan walked out of the room grabbing Louise's arm and dragged her out.

"OW! Let go of me Ivan!"

"Kirche!" cried Tabitha as she ran to her and helped her get up.

"That familiar Louise summoned is a monster!" exclaimed Kirche in anger. "I tried giving him my welcoming, and he ended up trying to hurt me! The way he threatened me, his facial expression, everything, he's scary! I don't ever want to see him again!" She was still trembling. She ran to Flame. "Baby you okay?"

Flame nodded in fear, and Kirche hugged him. "It's okay, baby. I'm here."

"Well, he does look a bit creepy," Montmorency said, chills ran down her spine. "Ugh. . ."

"That is no way to treat a lady!" yelled Guiche. "Even if you did try to seduce him Kirche, I will teach him a lesson!"

"What are you trying to imply here Guiche!" demanded Montmorency.

"My dear Montmorency, tomorrow morning, I will challenge Louise and her familiar to a duel!"

"What!" exclaimed Kirche.

"True, you tried to seduce him and he rejected but you refused to listen, I saw the whole thing," Guiche responded. "But, he shouldn't have not terrorized you like that! He needs to be punished!"

"Guiche, I don't think that's a good idea," Tabitha responded. "He seems pretty strong, I don't think you can beat him. He maybe a plebiean, but they way he looks, it seems that he has super strength, and personalty wise, inner will power that can be deadly."

"So!" protested Guiche. "It's worth a shot! Look what he did! Terrorizing a noble like that! Who does he think he is!"

He stormed out of the room. "Lets go Montmorency."

Montmorency felt compelled to say something but she held her tongue back and followed him out, leaving Tabitha with Kirche.

. . .

Ivan released Louise once they entered her room. "Ow! Why did you drag me all the way here like that!" She rubbed her arm and saw the hair of Ivan's casting a shadow on his eyes.

"What did you do to Kirche?" she demanded. "Answer me now!"

Ivan looked at her with his purple eyes, the shadow disappeared.

"I didn't do anything wrong," he bitterly replied.

"Then why did you pin Kirche to the wall like that?"

"Because she tried to seduce me girl. I told her, that I didn't want her to and warned her to not do so, but she refused to listen. So I had no choice but to do it in an unmannered fashion. Please believe me."

Louise face palmed. "Hnn, I believe you."

Ivan's brow rose up. "You do?"

"Yeah sounds like something Kirche would do alright. She does that to every guy she meets." She smirked. "In fact, I'm glad you actually did that to her. She deserved it for being so damn stubborn. Scaring the living crap out of her, ha!"

"Is that so, girl?"

"Yes, I'm impressed."

A smile came to Ivan's face. "Glad that you understand girl. You don't like her much, don't you?"

Louise shook her head. "She gets on my nerves." She pulled the covers and went to bed. "Turn off the candles, will you?"

"Um, I believe that I deserve a reward for what I did, don't you agree?" Ivan inquired.

"Uh, yeah! Sure, you can sleep in my room," replied Louise.

Ivan's face lightened up. "Yay! Now where do I sleep?"

"The haystack, silly."

Ivan's facial expression turned glum. "Oh, because I was thinking of sleeping oh, on your bed."

Louise's face alarmed and turned red at that statement. She turned to Ivan. "Are you crazy!" she yelled. "There's no way-!"

Her sentence was backfired once she saw Ivan's death glare. KolKolKolKolKolKol.

She felt her body tense up. She was afraid that if she didn't let Ivan sleep on her bed, he would do the same thing to her as to what he did to Kirche..

"O-o-okay! Fine!" she yelled in fear and anger.

Ivan's glared disintegrated. "Yay!" He took off his boots and blew out the candles. He crawled to bed, pulling the covers and scooted next to Louise, who turned her back on him.

"This bed is a bit small," he complained. "Well duh! It's fit for ONE person!" Louise muttered.

"True, I can see that."

"Good night," she said bitterly. She was not liking the idea of her Russian familiar on her bed.

"Oh? Don't you want to cuddle with Russia before you go into your slumber?" joked Ivan.

Louise's face grew more red. "WHAT!"

Ivan chuckled.

Louise turned and hit Ivan on the head. "Ow!"

"You dog!" she spat.

"Well, sorry, I thought you would because I'm your familiar. I've seen masters cuddle their familiars so I thought you would do the same."

"H-hell no!" Louise protested. "Why would I wanna do that?"

"I wouldn't mind it thought," Ivan cooed. "It would be a lot of fun."

Louise's face grew as red as ever. By fun, does he mean playfully or. . .!

"Just go to sleep!" she yelled and turned away.

"Hahaha, okay, good night. Girl."

"Good night!"

Shame you didn't want to, Ivan thought. I would've enjoyed playfully stretching you like I do do a certain someone. And. . .it's only a matter of time. . .

. . .before I awake from this stupid dream and return to war.


More Message From The Author 2: Oooh, so readers. what did you think of this chapter? Hahaha, poor Ivan thinks this is all a dream! And Kirche you dum-dum, why didn't you listen to Ivan in the first place, he warned you. I also was laughing when I typed up the part where Guiche said about Kirche wanting "His Stick," LOL! And ooh looks like there's going to be a small rumble coming up in the next chapter! So you'll get a taste of what Ivan will do in the next chapter, stay tuned. Reviews would be nice and some ideas for maybe Ivan's techniques and ablities, I have a few that I made up based on what I've seen in Hetalia, hopefully, it will turn out good by the next chapter.

Oh I agree with Tabitha, Guiche you're dead meat in the next chapter. Unless. . .he might be able to pull it off. Who knows? Later!