A/N - Reviews are lovely things.
He was gone before Sacha could blink, hidden somewhere. Waiting for the Nazi.
For a moment Sacha was afraid he would kiss him, lean forward and boldly press his lips against Vassili's, taste him. But he didn't, and that was good he didn't want Vassili to leave him.
He was happy just to be near him, breathing in his scent and feeling his arm across his shoulder. It was enough to risk everything for, to spy for. He didn't want the Nazi to win, because he loved Vassili. Loved the way his short hair stuck up when he took his hat off, the way his eyes looked when he laughed, the way he answered his letters.
He was so careful with everything, he didn't want to hurt anyone. Except the Nazi. He smiled so sweetly at Tania, looking at her when he thought no one would see. He looked so happy around her.
Sacha wanted him to be happy, so he helped Vassili win. Then he would marry Tania and they would have children and live in Stalingrad with him, and he could see Vassili everyday if he wanted to.
Smiling he turned and ran back through the city.