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Abeo, PriceisMagic, and I had a little fun with a conversation between Lyubov, Adib, Igor, and Igor's fiancee Patere and a short appearance by Svetlana(Abeo played Igor, Svetlana, and Patere!).
Lyubov sends a text: [Hey Igor Armas says you got engaged? Is she cute?]
Igor's phone makes that beeping noise it does when it gets a text. He never figured out how to turn that off, or make it a vibration, or anything. Igor pulls out the phone and presses the "do stuff" button. It works! A few minutes later Lyubov gets a message. It's in... kantonese. What. She makes a face at the phone.
Lyubov texts: [Change your language setting back, enter the settings menu, push 3, 4, 2, and then 2 again.]
A few minutes later she gets a text in all special characters. Lyubov enters the kitchen and sits down on one of the stools. She looks up and notices a certain Roman-vintage golem finishing a sandwich.
[Lyubov] "Oh, hello Adib. How're you?"
[Adib] "Hm? Oh, I'm good. What are you doing?"
[Lyubov] "I'm trying to send messages to Igor. He messed up his phone's settings again. Also he got engaged to a dwarf girl."
[Adib] "Oh ok th- What? How did he manage that?"
[Lyubov] "He was drunk and she proposed. And somehow he navigated the entire ritual without her clan or any of our guys stopping either of them. Then he claimed he made a mistake and now her father is royally pissed and is talking to Armas about it."
[Adib] "Well he would be, Dwarves are big on the whole 'honour' thing. He's fucked up."
As Adib rummages through the fridge for something else to eat, Igor sends a completely empty text followed by one that only has Igor's phone's number in it.
Lyubov texts: [Try sending something else.]
Igor somehow manages to forward Lyubov's own message back to her, in Russian.
[Lyubov]"Any ideas on how he'll be able to get out of it alive and with their honor intact?"
Adib just makes a "Hmm," sound as he thinks on the Witch Saint's request.
Lyubov texts: [What are you even doing to the phone Igor? Get someone over there to help you.]
[Adib] "Well, he could let the father kill him. Or suck it up and stöp being such a bitch and marry the girl."
[Lyubov] "So, your advice is that they just go through with it? How about fixing the insult by claiming he didn't understand? Do you have any ideas on that?"
[Adib] "Not really, my expertise is making insults, not fixing the damage they cause."
Lyubov glances at the phone. Apparently Igor's taking his time.
[Lyubov] "So, what's your take on life in the Laine Estate so far?"
[Adib] "It has been... statisfactory. A bit routine though. Fighting Rostislav and 'working' with Gianni are becoming old fast."
[Lyubov] "Adib, you know I wouldn't mind if you wanted to hang out in my workshop and help me out. I could show you how to operate the 3D printer."
The ancient golem-man briefly considers the pros and cons of assisting a Witch Saint.
[Adib] "...sure."
Anything to help aliviate the boredom
[Lyubov] "Anyway the 3D printer isn't too hard to use. I'll train you on it, and you'll be able to do small production runs for me. I'll pay you a stipend for it too. Like you're an intern or, uh, whatever."
[Adib] "Okay."
Igor texts: [Okay, my fiance took my phone from me and is typing for me. She's excited to use a phone.]
Lyubov texts: [Hello! I am Igor's friend. How are you?]
Adib stops hunting through the fridge and looks over Lyubov's shoulder, at the texts. She helpfully angles the phone so he has a decent view.
[Lyubov] "Hey Adib what's your take on modern life? Sending text messages instantly and all the cultural changes and everything?"
[Adib] "The technology's pretty amazing. The cultural changes are a bit jarring to adjust to."
[Lyubov] "Adjust to? Have you been out of things?"
[Adib] "I've been in prison a lot of the time I've been alive"
[Lyubov] "Ah. Magic prisons, I guess? Owned by... who? Dragons?"
[Adib] "Probably."
[Lyubov] "Did they have time dialation or anything, or was it just like old school dungeons operated by constructs and owned by whoever?"
[Adib] "Sometimes the former, sometimes the latter."
Finally, there's a reply to Lyubov's message.
Igor's Fiancee, Patere, texts: [My father is lecturing me sooo much and he wont let me go anywhere until the insult is sorted out. I don't really want Igor to be killed because of what I did but those are the rules. I hope the Lane can fix things.]
[Adib] "...how old is she?"
[Lyubov] "Uh. Good question. I'll ask."
Lyubov texts: [How old are you? Do you know how old Igor is?]
Patere texts: [I'm old enough. Igor says he's thirty-two.]
Lyubov texts: [Oh, you're dodging the question. Are you ashamed of it for some reason? I don't need to know exactly, just an idea would be nice.]
[Adib] "She sounds young, though that might be wrong."
[Lyubov] "Do you think she's an old maid? Maybe she proposed to Igor because she didn't think she could get a dwarf man."
Patere texts: [I am of age and that is all that matters.]
[Lyubov] "It's either young and silly or old and desperate."
[Adib] "Betting young"
Lyubov texts: [Do you watch TV?]
[Adib] "Last time I watched TV there was a fat midget dancing in a pink dress."
[Lyubov] "Don't watch whatever Iosef likes, he has no taste at all. And, uh. Honey Boo Boo Child is so weird. You would, um. Probably like watching some of the stuff about the Romans though. The History channel usually has documentaries about them, I bet you'd get a good laugh at the stuff they got wrong."
[Adib] "It was a child? Explains a lot."
[Lyubov] "Yeah, some crazy American television show. I don't have much time to watch TV now, but five minutes was enough to say that it is something best enjoyed drunk."
Patere texts: [Only what I've seen in bars. The clan doesn't have any I'm allowed to use.]
Lyubov texts: [Your clan are stoneworkers right? What's your favorite stone to work in?]
Patere texts: [Well some people don't like working with it because it's so common, but personally I find granite has a simple charm to it that is hard to find in other stone. I liek working with gabbro when I can, too.]
[Adib] "Ask her how long shes been working stone, see if you cant trick her into revealing her age."
Lyubov texts: [How long have you been working with granite and gabbro? And what's the most difficult stone you've worked with?]
Patere texts: [Since before I can remember. I don't like working with sedimentary rocks in general.]
Lyubov shrugs at that.
[Adib] "Damn."
[Lyubov] "I've got another one to ask her."
Lyubov texts: [Do you know much about grown quartz crystals?]
Patere texts: [I know there are rituals to do it, if you don't have native earth magic.]
Lyubov texts: [There are mundane methods for growing quartz crystals, some of which are probably older than you. Probably.]
Lyubov texts: [I didn't know mundanes had stoneworking knowledge like that. Igor didn't either. It sounds intersting.]
[Lyubov] "If she didn't know about growing quartz this will blow her mind."
Lyubov texts: [There are mundane techniques for growing rubies, diamonds, other gemstones too. Perfect gems, quite large.]
Patere texts: [It sounds like mundane methods are just as good as magic ones. ...Don't tell anyone I said that.]
Lyubov texts: [It looks like Igor said it anyway from my end. You have plausible deniability.]
Patere texts: [Good. Oh Igor wants to ask how everyone is.]
[Adib] "Better than he is, I'm betting."
Lyubov grins at Adib.
[Lyubov] "We could tease him a bit."
[Adib] "How so?"
[Lyubov] "By lying to him about it."
[Adib] "Heh."
Lyubov texts: [Tell him he missed the giant orgy, the magic ice cream, and the talking clock.]
Patere texts: [Was it an orgy that was large, or an orgy of giants?]
Lyubov texts: [Yes]
Patere texts: [Okay, he wants to know if the clock is still around.]
Lyubov texts: [It had a problem during the orgy and accidentally ground some gears on someone's sensitive parts and there was a fight and anyway I don't think it'll be back]
[Lyubov] "Come on Adib, help me think of more funny lies."
[Adib] "Tell him we had to sell his forge. And that hammer."
[Lyubov] "He wouldn't believe we sold 'em."
Lyubov texts: [Also we sort of had a fire with your forge but it was only a little fire. Really small. And we can't find the hammer but I bet it'll turn up somewhere. Maybe.]
[Lyubov] "But a fire, and misplacing? I think he'll buy it."
Patere texts: [He wants to know if his ritual papers are okay. He seems really worried 'Boss'(Is that Lord Lane?) and 'Shadow Boss' are going to be dissapointed.]
Lyubov texts: [They smell like burned bagels but are OK. Also someone ate ALL the food. ALL of it.]
Patere texts: [He says he's worried about not being with you guys, in case something happens.]
Lyubov texts: [Don't worry, everything's ok. The orgy was part of a wedding ceremony.]
Patere texts: [Who got married?]
Lyubov texts: [One of my bandmates and someone you've known awhile now.]
Patere texts: [Zhenya and Matvey?]
Lyubov texts: [No, the other bandmate]
She's giggling like a little girl as she looks up from the phone at Adib.
[Lyubov] "Just for reference, Zhenya, Sake, and I play music together sometimes."
Patere texts: [He wants to know who Sake married.]
Lyubov texts: [It wasn't a Russian, but it's someone you've known some time now.]
Patere texts: [He says all he can think of is Hillevi.]
Lyubov texts: [I cannot say!]
Patere texts: [He says he'll ask someone else in the company then. He has to show me how to do that now, bye!]
[Adib] "Clever. That was fun."
[Lyubov] "That should keep him entertained anyway. I can't imagine it's much fun being held prisoner."
Lyubov gets another message. It is five pages of asterisks. She laughs.
Lyubov texts: [What?]
In response she gets a video message that appears to be six seconds of someone's palm.
[Lyubov] "Hm. I, kinda forgot that he's got issues with technology. Um. Well, maybe he'll learn how to use the phone now?"
[Adib] "Yeah... I dont suppose you could talk to Lord Laine about if there are any jobs for me to take?"
[Lyubov] "I'll ask him. We tend to get jobs in cycles, sorta."
[Adib] "Ah, ok then. Do you know of any Arenas?"
[Lyubov] "I've heard of two, but haven't visited them myself. There's a hobgoblin run arena that had some problems recently with a wyrm eating most of it, but they're rebuilt and are trying to conduct business as usual. There's also a Dragon-run one in the depths that Matvey frequents. Sugarskull the candy golem is the manager, and they have Meat Circus to do crafting and stuff."
[Adib] "I see, thank you for the information."
Lyubov gets yet another message. This one is three photos, somehow of different corners of what is probably the same room. Probably.
Lyubov texts: [FYI I was joking about everything after 'plausible deniability' also take a picture of your fiancee's face ok?]
Patere texts: [He gave me the phone again. He says he's glad the hammer isn't lost, but seems disappointed there wasn't a talking clock.]
[Lyubov] "Oh, actually. I've heard of three. There's Owner's arena. But you need Conceptual magic to get there."
[Adib] "I just need to see about getting to one of them."
[Lyubov] "Talk to Matvey about arranging guides to the Dragon-run arena. And I think you can just pay a goblin to show you the way to the hobgoblin one. Bring someone else with you, ok?"
[Adib] "I will, I know how an audience can get."
A minute later Lyubov gets a photo message. It is a slightly too-dark, slightly blurry picture of a slightly out of frame face. It is a young woman with broad face and rounded nose, recognizeably dwarven, sporting a mustache.
Lyubov shows the picture to Adib.
[Lyubov] "Um. Here, a picture of her. How old do you reckon her to be?"
[Adib] "She looks pretty young, probably only seventeen or eighteen."
[Lyubov] "Hm. Well, young and silly isn't so bad."
[Adib] "Considering she's likely her father's favorite, I think things might be a bit worse."
[Lyubov] "Oh. Yeah. I didn't think about that. But, you know, Igor's not a bad guy. He's just not a dwarf guy."
[Adib] "Does the dad know that?"
[Lyubov] "He wrote a letter to Armas about all this. So I'm sure he knows what's what."
[Adib] "Better hope so."
[Lyubov] "The tone of the letter seemed positive about it. He wanted a meeting to talk out their options."
[Adib] "Igor's still an idiot for getting into this mess."
Lyubov texts: [Hey I'm going to give Igor a phone call.]
She dials his number. Igor picks up right away.
[Igor] "Lyubov?"
[Lyubov] (in Russian) "Is your fiancee there with you still? And what languages does it seem she knows?"
Adib raises an eyebrow at the use of the language.
[Igor] (in Russian) "Yeah she's still here. She knows Turkish too, and something I don't recognize. Doesn't know Russian, I think."
[Lyubov] (in Russian) "Ok. I have a question for you then. How do you feel about all this? And does she still seem like she wants to marry you? She isn't ignoring you, from the sound of things."
[Igor] (in Russian) "Hmm, not sure. Didn't mean to, uh, engage her, I guess. But she seems nice. Very apologetic about her dad almost killing me. I, uh, don't think she wants to marry me but... she doesn't hate me either. Brings me meals and things, and showed me how to make my legs better."
[Lyubov] (in Turkish) "Your legs? What?"
[Igor] (in Turkish) "I, uh, broke the old ones. It was a missunderstanding. But the Dimirken Head showed me how to make new ones. I... did a bad job, but she helped me make them better."
[Lyubov] "Old legs? Your legs, or what? Igor, what do you mean?"
[Igor] "Oh, uh, for the chair I broke. Sorry I wasn't clear."
[Lyubov] "Chair legs. Well, I am glad she helped with that. It sounds like they are treating you well.
[Igor] (in Russian) "They're feeding me and things. I, uh, don't know if her dad is still going to kill me if I pass the coin. He said he'd talk to Boss but I don't know if it's a 'whatever comes first' situation."
[Lyubov] (in Russian) "Armas is going to be talking to her father about you soon. Marrying her is probably one way out of your problem. I don't know what the others are, but would you be able to live with marrying her if it turned out to be the 'best' solution?"
[Igor] "Well, uh, me dying is the other way so... yeah?"
[Lyubov] "Maybe there is some way to pay out of it, or some honor absolving technique? I do not know. But there must be some way. Probably pretty expensive to prevent misunderstandings. So what I am saying is, if the other ways out are very expensive or dangerous would you prefer a wedding?"
[Lyubov] (in Turkish) "Take your time to think it over, ok? Can you put your fiancee on now, please?"
[Igor] (in Turkish) "I will Lyubov, thanks."
[Patere] "Hello? Can you hear me?"
[Lyubov] "I can, Miss Dimirkan. That's right, isn't it?"
[Patere] "Almost, it's Dimirken. I'm Patere Dimirken."
[Lyubov] "Oh. Patere. Ok! My name is Lyubov Khorobrova."
[Patere] "Hello Lyubov, I'm honored to meet you. Does this count as meeting someone?"
[Lyubov] "Um. Sort of. It's not as good as a face to face, but it's better than just texting. Phone conversations have been the basis for many friendships. So. Yeah."
[Patere] "I have never spoken on a phone before!"
[Lyubov] "Well, it is something that is a lot of fun. Or. Uh. It can be. And I am honored to speak to you, too."
Adib was off to the side, listening in.
[Adib] "Definitely young"
[Patere] "Igor said you wished to speak with me."
[Lyubov] "Yes. You see, um. Well. I am not very knowledgeable about Dwarven Code. I've sort of, um. Not interacted much with Dwarves before, but part of that is because I am pretty young myself. So I was wondering if you could, uh, explain a little about how Igor can come home alive, and you and your clan can still have your honor intact?"
[Patere] "Hmm. Well, the problem is that Igor publicly insulted clan Dimirken when he rejected me after the engagement ritual. Out of ignorance, but still a rejection, and insult..."
[Lyubov] "There must be ways to redress an insult. Accidental or not."
[Patere] "The simplest way to restore honor is to kill him. If he was part of another clan, and I suppose Laine is claiming him? There could be negotiations. Depending on relations, some sort of token of concession or sacrifice could be made as reperation. Honoring the engagement could be helpful too, maybe. I didn't /mean/ to get him in trouble."
At that Adib chides her.
[Adib] "No you just proposed to him in public without finding anything about him"
Lyubov frowns at the ancient, no-fuck-giving, golem-man. Adib shrugs.
[Adib] "It's true."
[Lyubov] "I think Laine is claiming him, yeah. He's certainly a, uh. Retainer, anyway. And I'd be just a /little/ mad at Armas if he doesn't deal with this properly..."
[Patere] "I didn't think he'd go through with it. But he didn't even know what it was so... I know I made a mistake."
[Lyubov] "So... if you thought he wouldn't go through with it, why did you propose in the first place?"
[Patere] "Father has been pushing me to marry but I want to choose who I do and a fake proposal would delay things. It wasn't a very good plan, looking back."
[Lyubov] "I see. Yeah. I can kinda relate, my mother keeps teasing me about when she's going to have grand kids. So, uh. Is dwarves marrying humans a thing that happens very often?"
[Patere] "It's pretty rare. Is your mother trying to marry you off?"
[Lyubov] "Uh. Well, sort of. It's- my situation with my mother is- um. Look, she's mostly just, you know. Teasing. But I know she'd like to see me settle down. Do you know anything about human relationships? Like, how the courtship phase usually goes?"
[Adib] "It involves copious amounts of alcohol."
[Lyubov] "Well. That /can/ be true. But that's not how it /usually/ is."
Adib starts to lose interest in listening to the conversation. Witch Saint or not, this is two women talking about domestic problems. He looks around for something to read. However, being in the kitchen, he only finds a book on cheeses. A book in French. He can't even read French.
[Adib] "...fuck it."
[Patere] "I don't know anything about human courtship except that it's different from dwarven practices."
[Lyubov] "It's... I'll run through the bare basics. Outside of clans, there is a courtship phase where a couple meets and becomes boyfriend and girlfriend. If things go well, then after a suitable amount of time, often months to a year or two, one proposes to the other and they become engaged, or bethrothed. The engagement will last a few days to a year or so, depending on how long it takes them to get ready to be married. Then they marry, and hopefully stay married. So, that's where Igor's coming from."
[Patere] "Of course they stay married."
[Lyubov] "If... if things happen, if certain sorts of lies are told, or by mutual agreement, humans can cancel a marriage. At least in most places, anyway. There are lots of reasons why it can happen, but it's a possibility in human marriages."
[Patere] "Wow, that would probably start a war if dwarves did it."
[Lyubov] "Yeah. It's been known to cause little feuds and lots of grief for everyone around the divorcing couple."
Lacking anything better to do, Adib listens in anyway. Women talking about domestic issues was better than looking at pictures of cheese.
[Lyubov] "But that's why I said "hopefully." Anyway does that help make some of Igor's behavior make more sense?"
[Patere] "It does, I understand why he was so confused now."
[Lyubov] "How do you, personally, feel about all this? About him, about the accidental insult, about the engagement being one of the better ways to make things easier to fix?"
[Patere] "Well... he's a good listener and didn't really mean the insult. I'm not upset over it anymore, though I was at first because him accepting was so surprising and then saying he didn't understand was jarring. The engagement was... my fault and if that's what it takes to set things right, I have no regrets."
[Lyubov] "Do you think you could be happy with a human husband? Wouldn't that mean no kids? Or am I misunderstanding about how compatible humans and dwarves are?"
[Patere] "I'm not actually sure. There should be rituals and charms though. Or fleshcrafters."
[Lyubov] "I suppose it's a problem that people have had before. But putting aside the matter of children, there's still the cultural gap. Could you live with that? You'd be living with us, right?"
[Patere] "From time to time. I'd still have clan duties, depending on how the marriage was negotiated. I could see him less than once a week."
Adib decides to gamble with the television again, and turns on the small one Boris keeps in the kitchen.
[Lyubov] "Well. Alright, I guess that's- turn that down please. Sorry, Adib just turned on the tv."
Adib complies, turning the television down a bit.
[Adib] "The fat little kid is on again... is this a comedy or a tragedy?"
[Lyubov] "It's more like a freak show, Adib."
[Adib] "I see."
[Lyubov] (into the phone) "I don't even know why we have a television in the kitchen, we have a proper TV room. Anyway Patere, is there anything you'd like to ask, ah, Laine to do? I can get a message to him before he negotiates anything with your father."
[Patere] "I'd like it if Igor comes out unharmed. Laine is doing that already, right?"
[Lyubov] "Yes, we all like Igor."
Adib flips through the channels listlessly. There's a show about some guys running a pawn shop. A man is trying to sell them a helicopter. There's a show about some people mining gold. There's a Turkish soap opera. Ah, the History Channel has a show about... some ass with stupid hair rambling about ancient aliens.
[Adib] "...the fuck. Is this a clown?"
[Patere] "I'd prefer he not try to buy me either. It would... technically clear my shame from th insult from the clan."
[Lyubov] "Try to buy you? I didn't realize that was an option."
[Patere] "I wouldn't be cheap! Especially in the circumstances. And some clan heads just wouldn't do it unless faced with destruction of the clan or something similar. So, it's mostly advice on how to not upset my father."
[Lyubov] "Ah, I understand. That's very helpful. What else do you suggest?"
[Patere] "Well, Laine could offer up his own life, as Igor's clan head."
[Lyubov] "Uh. A life is pretty expensive."
[Patere] "It isn't an option exercised often."
[Lyubov] "What other ideas do you have?"
[Patere] "Forming a clan alliance would be highly unusual, but it would effectively erase the insult. Umm, offering his heir for a marriage with clan Dimirken would work too."
[Lyubov] "And if he doesn't have an heir?"
[Patere] "Then his clan would probably be seen as weaker and his bargaining position wouldn't be as strong."
[Lyubov] "I see. Which of these options would leave your clan looking as good as it could?"
[Patere] "Honestly, Laine sacrificing himself. It would make clan Dimirken seem politically important enough for an heirless- he doesn't have an heir, right?- clan head to sacrifice himself instead of one of his underlings. The implications would be that he feared not making as powerful as reparations as he was able, and that Dimirken was a clan that deserves that level of deference."
Adib flicks back to the guy running the pawn shop, only to realize it's a second version of the history channel. It seems that the history channel...doesn't show much history.
[Adib] "The fuck is this?"
He sighs and shuts the TV off.
[Adib] "I'm going to go see what Gianni is up to."
Lyubov waves to him.
[Lyubov] "And which option's the worst for your clan, if you don't mind saying so?"
[Patere] "A formal apology and token of reparation, like a trade deal favouring Dimirken heavily, or something else of value. Unless completely extravagant it would make Laine appear to be in a superior position ."
[Lyubov] "What would the equal position solution be? I mean, would that be the alliance option? Or the, uh. Purchase. Option? Or what?"
[Patere] "Completing the marriage and an apology and gift would be fairly equitable. The marriage would have to favour clan Dimirken though."
[Lyubov] "Can you explain how that would work, the marriage favoring clan Dimirken, I mean."
[Patere] "Uh, well the children would go to Dimirken. And Igor would have new clan duties, instead of the other way around. Maybe a small tax on his craft goods he sells."
[Lyubov] "What about a marriage that's equitable, what sort of gift and apology would it take to make that possible?"
[Patere] "Favourable trade deals or comissions, an artifact or collection of greater magical goods, clan secrets, or a marriage alliance could do the job."
[Lyubov] "An /artifact/? That's the price range we're talking? Huh."
[Patere] "Uh, well an artifact would do it for sure. It has to be a meaningful gift, so things you can make easily wouldn't count."
[Lyubov] "Oh, it's the personal value as much or more than the monetary value?"
[Patere] "It is to make up for an insult to mine and my clan's honor, so it has to be a meaningful to be a real reparation."
[Lyubov] "Ok, I get it. So. Um. How about a marriage alliance? What's that?"
[Patere] "A marriage alliance is a form of clan alliance, restricted to agreeing to marry children back and forth between the clans. It isn't as formal as a full clan alliance. But I think it's usually only between Dwarven clans. I've never heard of a Dwarven clan having one with a human clan."
[Lyubov] "I see. And the outcome you personally want is one of the solutions that involves marriage, right?"
[Patere] "It would let me make up for my mistake, a little. If it isn't necessary in the end, that is fine with me. My father will probably marry me off as soon as he can so I don't try anything like this again, though."
[Lyubov] "Alright. Well Patere, it's been a really interesting and enlightening conversation, and no matter how things turn out I'd like to meet you in person sometime."
[Patere] "I'd like that, you sound really fun. Hopefully my father will let me leave the clan house again before I'm married."
[Lyubov] "I'm sure he will eventually. And if he doesn't I could come visit you. Could you please put Igor back on the phone?"
[Patere] "Okay, goodbye Lyubov and let your chisel be swift and sure."
[Igor] "Hey?"
[Lyubov] (in Russian) "Hi. You heard everything on her end. What do you think?"
[Igor] (in Russian) "I don't really get all the clan stuff."
[Lyubov] "What. Seriously. This is your life we're talking about, you have to have a stance. I'm going to make a recommendation to Armas based on what I learned here, and on what you and Patere want. Do you get that?"
[Igor] "Uh, yeah. Okay."
[Lyubov] "So what do you want?"
[Igor] "Well... I want to keep doing work for Boss. ANd I don't want anyone to die, or be slaves."
[Lyubov] "And how do you feel about marriages?"
[Igor] "I don't know... never really saw myself getting married. Don't know what it's like."
[Lyubov] "I will go find my mother, you can talk to her about married life."
[Igor] "Uh. Okay."
Lyubov tracks down Svetlana and hands the phone off to her after briefly explaining the situation ("Igor accidentally got engaged, he's not sure about married life, can you tell him about it a bit please?").
[Svetlana] "Igor? You got engaged and aren't sure if you want to back out, right?"
[Igor] "Uh, yeah."
Svetlana sighs one of those deeply dissapointed sighs Lyubov knew very well from her childhood. The sort of sigh for major property damage, or misadventures that could have ended in death or maiming.
[Svetlana] "How do you feel about this girl? Is she someone you can see yourself enjoying a life together with?"
[Igor] "Uh... maybe? I met her in a bar."
Svetlana again sighs. This time it's the resigned sort of sigh, for when there's no helping circumstance.
[Svetlana] "Of course. Well, Igor, being married can be... immensley fulfilling if it is with the right person. The sense of mutual belonging inspires happiness and confidence. If it's a happy marriage. Just spending time with someone you can trust is rewarding. However, there's no guarante that the person you marry will be someone you can trust. I can't comfortably give you more advice than 'Follow your heart' as cliched as it is. Do you understand?"
[Igor] "Uh, yeah I think. It's good unless it isn't. Right?"
[Svetlana] "That is essentially right. I'm sorry I can't help more than that."
[Igor] "No, it's helpful, uh, thanks."
Svetlana gives the phone back.
[Lyubov] "Thanks mom."
[Lyubov] (into the phone) "Hello, Igor?"
[Igor] "Yeah."
[Lyubov]"What do you want me to tell Armas?"
[Igor] "Uh. I guess marriage wouldn't be bad? Probably. You're better at social stuff than I am."
[Lyubov] "I'll tell him that, then. Get to know Patere, ok? Talk to her some more."
[Igor] "Uh, okay, sure."
[Lyubov] "Goodbye, Igor. I've got to go find Armas."
[Igor] "Bye Lyubov. Thank you."
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