Misha didn’t mean like that; Old Man should know that Misha doesn’t hurt girls, even if they’re Fascist scum.

Even if they are ‘Fascist’. …I am not even sure she is aware of what year it is, or whether she is supposed to be fascist anymore or not. I am not sure she knows her original name either. Her new driver has named her ‘Walburga’.

I brought her flowers, told her who I was, and that was that. Apparently, she will plow fields if asked nicely, so she can and will respond.

Misha breathed out a sigh, jamming his hands in to his pockets and shooting Vanya an almosy surly look, as though it were personally his fault this was happening. «Mmm...why does it have to be a girl? Girls make everything so much more complicated. If it was normal Tiger I could just write him off as 'once a Fascist, always a Fascist' and then go bang on the side of the barn in the middle of the night while singing to freak him out.»

Misha didn't mean like that; Old Man should know that Misha doesn't hurt girls, even if they're Fascist scum.

…I was excited, excuse me. I found another of your kind, a living, breathing, clanking King Tigress. Saw her with my own eyes, braiding her hair. I only knew of 131 that English trot out every summer, but there she was in that barn, shy as a doormouse! I have not met lady-tank since I last saw your sister!

Ehhhh….what is Misha supposed to do about it? *Rubs at the back of his neck* You know his track record with Tigers.

I am very excited about this. I do not get to chat with Tanks very often! She scares me still, but this is opportunity I can not pass up. I had to tell somebody. You were convenient, you were one of very small number of people that would believe me, and your door is thin and easily kicked.

*Oh, right, Vanya destroyed his door. Awkward…*

…Do you want me to replace your door, by the way?

These are very good points, but is also a danger telling Misha this. Now Misha knows she exists, and his curiosity will get the better of him eventually. *He can't be mad about it, honestly. He's kicked in plenty of doors.* Nyet, is fine. Will give Misha something to do.

…I was excited, excuse me. I found another of your kind, a living, breathing, clanking King Tigress. Saw her with my own eyes, braiding her hair. I only knew of 131 that English trot out every summer, but there she was in that barn, shy as a doormouse! I have not met lady-tank since I last saw your sister!

Ehhhh....what is Misha supposed to do about it? *Rubs at the back of his neck* You know his track record with Tigers.

That’s why you don’t get ass-blastingly drunk, silly. Just tipsy! Misha’s been doing it like that since pretty much ever - [Laughs a bit] Nyet, is okay! Misha got fifty years of it, he doesn’t mind sitting out once in a while. As long as they keep letting him march for the important years, then he’s happy~

… “ass-blastingly drunk”.

Now that is what I call an adjective. Your mastery and creativity with the English language know no bounds: I am envious. 

[Blinks.]

If you are certain, then I will leave it alone. If not, well, there is always a place for you in my regiment. You might show those boys a thing or two about soldiering, hm?

Hahaha! Well, what can Misha say? He picks things up from the Amis over the years~ Da, da, Misha is certain. It's okay. [Peers at him, curious] Are Vanya's boys not good at soldiering?

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Preposterous, that would be quite rude of me to leave you to drink it by yourself.

[Huffs.]

No matter. This is the one interval of the year where I allow myself no alcohol. It will be made up later, anyways. Tell me, are you excited?

Misha will save some for Vanya, promise! Why won't Vanya drink though? Ehhh...sort of? Misha enjoys it, but he usually only gets excited when they let him march~ but after Misha retired here that's only been for milestone years~