Thriller: You so funny, you silly-head…. And I have already started on my new Lance/bad Piotr/good story, so too late. Don't worry, it won't be too bad. I should post it up, but I don't like to have 2 stories up (that I am working on) at the same time. I don't like to leave people hanging on one story while I work on the other.

I apologize in advance for anything that I write about communism. If you don't like what I say, if I say something that is inaccurate, or anything else that might come up, I am sorry.

Any way… On with the Story!

(((((((Break)))))))

In the week that followed the danger room session, Kitty avoided Piotr. She didn't go to places where she knew he was, she left the room a few minutes after he came in, she didn't talk to him much, and she never looked him in the eye any more. She tried to spend time with Illyana, but the blonde always wanted to take Kitty to see what Piotr was doing, or Piotr was already there playing with her.

Kitty stopped in the middle of the hall and stomped her foot, before she continued on her way to the rec-room. She wasn't mad at Piotr or Rogue, but now just thinking about him made he blush as she remembered what Rogue had told her. She was more upset with herself and the fact that she couldn't hang out with Piotr and Illyana any more. She was looking at the floor and mumbling to herself in anger when she almost walked into Piotr.

Pulling back she was about to mumble an apology, her head down and her face red, when he spoke. "Katya, I zhink zhat I need to talk to you." Piotr didn't look very happy, instead he looked a little hurt and confused. Kitty nodded slowly and stepped to the side of the hall so that they weren't blocking the way.

"Um.. Okay, like, what do you want to talk about?" Kitty shuffled her feet nervously and looked around, avoiding him.

Piotr sighed heavily and Kitty almost thought that a window was open. "Zhis! I don' understand vhat iss going on. Did I do somezhing bad? I don't know vhy you noot talk to me any more, or play vith 'Yana, und you alvays leave vhen I um around. Iss you mad at me for somezhing? Vhatever I did, I iss sorry…"

Now, Kitty felt even worse for avoiding Piotr. "No Peter… It's not like that, I mean, you didn't do anything. I'm just having a, like, weird week. I've been busy with this paper about communism, I've been helping Rogue with her computer, combine all the regular high school stuff with all the stuff that involves being, you know, what ever we are…" Kitty motioned at the mansion in a general way, meaning mutants and X-Men. "It's just been, like, really hectic."

"Things should go back to normal soon, at least, I hope so. I didn't mean to make you think I was, like mad at you or anything. You are a totally nice guy, and Illyana is super cute. I like hanging out with you, but… As soon as I finish my paper I should be able to hang out more."

Piotr looked relieved, and he gave her a small smile. "Oh good. I noot alvays can say vhat I vant to say, und it come out wrong. I thought I said somezhing bad." He seemed to relax a bit knowing that she wasn't mad, and he pushed his hands into his pockets. "If you need help vith zhe Communism, I can help…" His offer was tentative, and he peered at her curiously.

"Oh jeez! I, like, totally forgot that you are from Russia." Kitty grinned sheepishly. "That would be super helpful, and it would totally impress my teacher if I had the perspective of someone who has lived in a communist county. This is so great! Common' let's go." Kitty snagged his arm and began to drag him back towards her room. Now all she had to do was figure out if Rogue was right about Piotr, and if she was, what to do about it.

When she pushed open the door and began to rustle through her backpack, Piotr stopped in the doorway shuffling his feet and looking around uncomfortably. With a smile of triumph, Kitty pulled her notebook out of her backpack, along with a tape recorder.

Kitty sat down on the floor leaning against her bed and looked up at him, frowning when he didn't move. "What's wrong Peter?"

"Vould it noot be better to vork in a different room?" Piotr glanced at the feminine things that were scattered around the room. Jewelry, shoes, and pieces of clothing poked out of odd places along with stuffed animals and makeup. He did not belong here. This was Rogue and Kitty's room… a girl's room. It was improper for him to be here.

But Kitty just laughed. "No this is fine." When he still didn't move she rolled her eyes. "How are you, like, going to help me from there? Just sit down." Piotr edged slowly into the room as if Logan were going to pounce on him at any moment. When he finally settled down next to Kitty, she was ready and waiting.

Turning on the tape recorder she pulled out her assignment. "Okay Peter, go."

Blinking, Piotr looked at her then at the tape recorder. "Ugh… Vhat iss zhat for?"

Kitty clicked off the tape and sighed. "I want to record it so that I don't miss anything and I can take better notes later." She clicked on the tape again and looked at Piotr eagerly.

Clearing his throat roughly Piotr looked at Kitty again. "Vhat you vant me to say?"

Kitty sighed. "Anything Peter, stuff about living in Russia, about the government and the military.. how people live… Stuff like that."

Piotr started slowly, hesitantly talking about himself and his life in Russia. "My name iss Piotr Nicoliavitch Rasputin, I um 19 years old… I used to live in Russia but now I live here in zhe United States of America. Zhe mozher country is a very nice place, it is pretty und most every vone is polite und has zhe manners. Russia iss a communist country. I have heard American people call communism bad und evil, or call me a commie. I don't zhink zhat is very nice."

Kitty smiled at him, occasionally writing in her notes, but usually just listening. His accent was so deep and powerful that she forgot she was supposed to be taking notes.

"Communism is a good zhing, I zhink. I lived on farm in Russia. It did not belong to mine family, it belonged the every citizen of Russia. Zhe vork zhat mine family did was for the good of the entire country. In Russia every job has value. Being a… how you say 'Farm Boy' iss noot bad thing. I helped provide food for people und it vas a good and noble job. In America, being a doctor is a better job than being a teacher. But in Russia ve know zhat every person plays a part in making zhe country better. A teacher is just as important as a doctor, and a doctor is just as important as a farmer or a trash collector."

"Ve vork together for our country instead of vorking for ourselves. Communism iss a good vay. The reason it seems bad is because of zhe people who do noot hold zhe beliefs close to their heart. Greedy people who vant to be rich destroy the system. For every person who has money, zhere must be a person who doesn't have money. If zhere are rich zhere have to be poor. In communism zhere iss noot supposed to be poor. Ve must all do our share of vork and in return, ve all receive food, a home, und health."

"Vhen ve all vork for Russia, Russia vorks for us all."