http://cheslav-oleksei.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] cheslav-oleksei.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] cheslav_oleksei 2010-02-27 06:06 am (UTC)

"I...told...you."

Cheslav grunted out breath between his teeth, straining with the effort to wrestle Aleksandr into the washroom.

Aleksandr resisted him with surprising strength. It was not the passive resistance of dead meat, but the rather the very active struggle of a strong man, a tall one, a man who had leverage of his own. One who tested his grip and threw off his balance. Cheslav's rubber-soled boots thankfully found purchase on the wooden floors.

"You're taking a shower, whether you like it or - "

He hissed out a lightly labored breath, like a curse.

He was guessing not.

They reached the threshold of the washroom door, and Cheslav was reminded of a cat that did not want to get wet. Rather than give Aleksandr the opportunity brace himself against the doorjamb, Cheslav surged forward suddenly, and they went staggering in.

"This is for your own good, Shurik."

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