gleb knew the moment he spotted him. they had never been on the best terms, there was no doubt about that. but one simple thing they had in common was anya. and at the very least, they could attempt to be civil. well, that was certainly something gleb could do. “you almost sounded sincere this time.” maybe not.
Eyes widen, hand playfully resting ‘pon his chest. “Of course I’m sincere. Gleb, come on FRIEND, we were waiting for you.” Always so d r a m a t i c. A smile with no feeling, he nods towards the drink table ( oh, how he could use one ) —— “Anyways, what’s your choice of poison ??”
