Victor was simply taken off guard.
The sentiment was nice, truly, it
was just surprising…and took him
back to his past so much. He was
frozen for a few moment, but a
fond smile came to his lips after some thought.

        ❝ It’s not bad, ❞  he assured. 
        ❝ That’s just what Yakov calls me.
                      Thought he might have told you. ❞  
            With that, the Russian stood,
            coming over and making a couple
            of soft kissy noises to the dog. 
                    ❝ Makki, Makki, let’s go. Out. ❞  
                       He motioned for the poodle to move
                       from the kitchen, following after him
                       back to his spot on the couch.