FissionMailed

[Yevgeny had said he could cook, so now Ivan spent as much time as he could cooking. It wasn't just because he could eat enough to feed the Russian army, but because it calmed him and helped to take his mind off of his "punishment" that was his murder. An inkling of realization hovered in the back of his mind after that; Yevgeny had hit his face, he'd killed him and left him alone to die. Is that really love? Nobody else seemed to think so, but Ivan still loved him.]

[He sang a soft tune in Russian under his breath; Mama would be glad to see he was cooking again.]

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