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POV" Third Person
"No I'm not.", Dimitri said.
Dimitri was rarely taken by complete surprise, but this definitely made the list. Ivan just barged into Dimitri's room and thrust a plane ticket at him, announcing his leave.
"As your charge, I'm ordering you to.", Ivan announced, crossing his arms.
"My duty as your guardian is to protect you, and I can't do that all the way from Russia now, can I?", Dimitri said patiently, closing the western he was reading.
"Dimka, you've been guarding me non-stop for 4 years except for one-week vacations every year, and that is frankly disturbing. And it's pretty apparent you miss your folks. Besides, I got Gordon to protect me. So go home, be happy.", Ivan insisted.
"Ivan. I love this job. I get to travel places because you're always globe-trotting. It's fun. I'm happy.", Dimitri said simply.
"You won't know happiness if it hit you in the face with a stripper pole.", Ivan muttered darkly, settling on his best friend's couch. "All I'm saying is, go back to the commune, see your family. You miss them. Oh, and get laid. You need to."
"No I don't.", Dimitri sighed, remembering their many conversations on this topic.
"Yeah, you do."
"I don't have time for flings."
"Sex doesn't always come with baggage.", Ivan insisted, typing away on his cell phone.
"Zeklos, I've been around you long enough to know that it does. So don't tell me otherwise."
"D, you're a 22 year old handsome, hot blooded Russian virgin. Notice the odd one here?"
"Is there something you're not telling me, V?", Dimitri joked, fluttering his eyelashes.
"Oh Dimka!", Ivan screeched in a high falsetto. "I'm done pretending! I love you. Never leave me, darling."
"Never, sugarplum. I love you too.", Dimitri said dryly, causing the two friends to burst into laughter.
"Jokes aside, you need to loosen up. I know that crap line you feed every female about responsibility, duty, blah blah blah….but seriously man, chill. I'm not saying have a relationship, just…get laid.", Ivan finished cheerfully. "But for now, go home. Hunt polar bear or whatever the hell you Russians do."
"I'll think about it.", Dimitri acceded, knowing arguing with Ivan was useless when he had his mind set.
"Nuh-uh. I already bought your tickets. Flight's in 2 hours. I'm not taking no for an answer.", Ivan announced, narrowing his eyes for effect.
"Fine. But if you need me, whatever the reason, call me. Anytime.", Dimitri ordered. "Also, I'll be calling Gordon every evening for updates, so don't do anything stupid."
"Fine. I'll behave, daddy.", Ivan said, rolling his eyes. "You're such a kill-joy, Dimka. Only you'd manage to ruin my fun from halfway across the world."
"I'm gonna miss you, buddy.", Dimitri smiled at his friend.
"On the off-chance of sounding like a sap, me too. Now get packing, before we hug, cry and confess our deepest secrets.", Ivan got up and headed for the door.
"And D?", Ivan said from the doorway. "Get laid."
"Goodbye, V.", Dimitri smiled, shaking his head.
"Give my best to Olena. See ya, Dimka.", Ivan gave his trademark half-smirk and disappeared.
That was the last time Dimitri saw his best friend alive, laughing warmly, wearing jeans and a blue sweater that clashed with his midnight blue eyes.. The same clothes Ivan was wearing when he got mauled by strigoi three days later.
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