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Alexei did not travel often. This was not because he was a recluse, or because his health prevented it, it was mainly because he disliked hotels. This, however, was different. Natalya was one of his relatives, and one of the few he was fond of, at that. A week away from Ivan and Maya, with someone he actually enjoyed the company of seemed almost too good to be true.
Minsk was surprisingly warm- Alexei realized this when he arrived wearing a turtleneck sweater and within ten minutes was convinced he was suffering from a heatstroke. Why he thought it would be cold when the temperature that day in his own city, the northernmost major city with the largest population, was the same as it was here, he still had no idea.
The city was strange, with its Soviet style buildings and impeccably clean streets- though he couldn’t complain about that. In fact, the moment he found Natalya, he planned on telling her how envious he was of how sanitary everything was. Not that Saint Petersburg wasn’t just as hygienic, of course.
After about 30 minutes of being cooped up in a small cab that the driver of had almost certainly made him pay more than it was worth, he arrived on the street of his aunt’s apartment complex.
He stuck out like a sore thumb in that horrible purple turtleneck, with a suitcase in one hand and a cane in the other. Cautiously, he tapped his knuckles against the door and waited for her response.
This was certainly going to be interesting, if nothing else.
"Jesus fucking Christ."
That was the greeting Natalya offered after opening the door, as she stood in the doorway, looking her guest up and down. Was Alexei even more oblivious than she had thought? Between his current attire and her response, this was already off to something of a rocky start. She ignored any formalities she would have half-heartedly mimicked through with him anyway, and cut to the chase.
"I really hope you brought actual clothes you can, you know, wear. I am not buying you anything if your entire suitcase is full of trench coats.”
Her back was already turned and she had begun to walk to the kitchen— she did care, in her own fashion, enough to ignore whatever reply he was about to give in favor of getting the child a damn drink.
"Good evening to you, too."
It was more than obvious that she was not impressed. A blind person could probably figure out that much. Was it the sweater? Yes, of course it was the sweater, how stupid of him to think it could be anything else!
Alexei offered his aunt a very forced, very uncomfortable smile and made a mental note to change clothes as soon as he was given the opportunity to do so. He himself could not deny the fact that he looked like his mother had dressed him. Which, she hadn’t, but if she had wanted to dress him, he wouldn’t have objected.
"I- yes, of course, I have suitable clothing on hand, no trench coats, I assure you, and if you would show me to-"
Before he could even finish his sentence, she was gone. Alexei sighed audibly. There was nothing he could do but follow behind her, walking as fast as he could, which, needless to say, was not very fast at all. At least he tried.
"You have a very nice house, did you know that? It’s very quaint, but there’s something rather charming about it. What style architecture is your home, I must ask, Constructivist? It must be very old if it is Constructivist. I’m talking about the exterior, of course—"
It was surprising that Natalya had not shot him.
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