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[aimedforthemoon]

Esfir's room is a normal, hotel-style room. Plush carpet, plain curtains framing large windows, of which one is open. But it's also neat. She's an astronaut, and they are always neat.

Her bed is made, her books and manuls either neatly stacked on her desk, or neatly against a wall, but in a slight divergence she also has models on her desk.

A MiG-21PF.

A Soyez rocket.

An RZ-1 A-wing.

And after she ushers Billy in, she locks the door behind them without even being aware of it.

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[aimedforthemoon]

"Fira," she corrects, almost absently. Yes-fir, Fir-uh.

"People you trust. Those you live with now? If you trust them? Keep on trusting. Other people...well, back home, we would get someone else to check them. If they say they are oke, they are oke."

And, yes, living in the Soviet Union in the aftermath of Stalin's purges makes a society very, very paranoid.

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"Fira." He repeats, to himself. It's difficult to keep straight. "You-- trust me?"

[aimedforthemoon]

She would argue no more than Billy vs William.

"I...am taking a risk that I can."

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

"I won't disappoint you. I hope."

[aimedforthemoon]

"It's all anyone can ask. But, you can trust me, too. It goes both ways."

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

"Thank you. Again. I keep saying that."

He's really floored, though.

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A quick smile.

"I don't mind. As long as you don't say it agian."

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

He nods seriously. "I will do my best."

[aimedforthemoon]

"And...Good luck, Billy."