Isaev had been standing there for several moments, politely hesitant to intrude on the Fury's delusional ranting with himself.
No, Isaev thought, that's not fair.
It wasn't ranting at all. It was a fully-formed and civil conversation, albeit from one side.
Sprung, no doubt from the brow of Zeus, and right into that colossal fishbowl the cosmonaut watched the world through.
Andrei had once seen an old man in Petrograd Square wearing a metal colander on his head, with a wire coathanger twisting out of the top into a kind of antenna.
"Hello, grandfather," Andrei had said, cheerfully, even though this man was nothing like his own grandfather.
"Going to wash and dry a salad, are you Grandfather?" Andrei had laughed, good naturedly, patting the old chuvak on the back and giving him a few rubles from his pocket money.
The old man had smiled and kissed him on the cheek then fixed him with solemnly shining black eyes.
"No!" he said, pointing to his unconventional hat. "I talk to God, direct!"
Andrei had been delighted with this answer, for reasons he couldn't identify. Everyone knew there was no God, so why should he be any less accessible by colander than through a priest?
The old man had curved a clawed hand around his forearm and leaned in.
"You are young man. You need know nothing yet, but if you have question, I ask him!"
It was a soft memory. Standing there, despite the ominous presence of the looming flame soldier, Isaev smiled.
He cleared his throat, lightly, to get the Fury's attention
"Sir," he said, saluting, raising his chin. "Many apologies for the intrusion- Major Ocelot admitted me on his way out, Sir."
He turned his head toward the Fury's imaginary friend.
What the hell.
"Pardon me, I didn't see you there, Sir," he added, graciously, saluting in the direction of the Fury's attention.
Who the fuck knew. Maybe there was actually something there. Maybe the man had a muse.
Maybe he talked to God direct.
"I won't take much of your time, sir," Andrei added, with a nod at the dissembled mass of metal sheeting and wires that seemed to be slowly coalescing into a whole. "I can see you're busy."
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Date: 2006-11-03 06:23 pm (UTC)No, Isaev thought, that's not fair.
It wasn't ranting at all. It was a fully-formed and civil conversation, albeit from one side.
Sprung, no doubt from the brow of Zeus, and right into that colossal fishbowl the cosmonaut watched the world through.
Andrei had once seen an old man in Petrograd Square wearing a metal colander on his head, with a wire coathanger twisting out of the top into a kind of antenna.
"Hello, grandfather," Andrei had said, cheerfully, even though this man was nothing like his own grandfather.
"Going to wash and dry a salad, are you Grandfather?" Andrei had laughed, good naturedly, patting the old chuvak on the back and giving him a few rubles from his pocket money.
The old man had smiled and kissed him on the cheek then fixed him with solemnly shining black eyes.
"No!" he said, pointing to his unconventional hat. "I talk to God, direct!"
Andrei had been delighted with this answer, for reasons he couldn't identify. Everyone knew there was no God, so why should he be any less accessible by colander than through a priest?
The old man had curved a clawed hand around his forearm and leaned in.
"You are young man. You need know nothing yet, but if you have question, I ask him!"
It was a soft memory. Standing there, despite the ominous presence of the looming flame soldier, Isaev smiled.
He cleared his throat, lightly, to get the Fury's attention
"Sir," he said, saluting, raising his chin. "Many apologies for the intrusion- Major Ocelot admitted me on his way out, Sir."
He turned his head toward the Fury's imaginary friend.
What the hell.
"Pardon me, I didn't see you there, Sir," he added, graciously, saluting in the direction of the Fury's attention.
Who the fuck knew. Maybe there was actually something there. Maybe the man had a muse.
Maybe he talked to God direct.
"I won't take much of your time, sir," Andrei added, with a nod at the dissembled mass of metal sheeting and wires that seemed to be slowly coalescing into a whole. "I can see you're busy."