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I cannot claim to have done so, no....

Would you care to teach me this... game?

Wait, you've never heard of it? [Oh, you poor, poor guy]

Nyet.

[Aw, bless your little heart for helping this clueless Japanese gentleman, Kavinksy...!]

No, i'm afraid not... [Still beaming merrily, of course, because that's just his personality!] Would you care to explain? Are you a Russian yourself, then, my boy? Or did another Russian teach you this game?

Says the Russian. [She only gets a very amused look]

[Sure, helping. He's so good at that]

I'm Bulgarian, asswipe. And don't call me your boy. I'm not your boy.

[Aww, indeed! xD i could tell by his whole demeanour, not to mention his charming username!]

Oh dear, I am so very sorry for my error, my boy-- oops, sorry again! What should I call you, then? Danshi-kun, perhaps? It means basically "young man" in my language...? Or... perhaps since you are teaching me this game, that apparently involves a handgun, you could tell me your actual name before you point it at me? [chuckles softly, completely unafraid of this young man, obviously!]

How about you just call me Kavinsky, unless you want me to pop your head right off of your neck.

[People make that mistake often. He's just a rich kid with too much time on his hands, right? He has plenty of bad shit backing him up]

So you know it involves a handgun.

Yes, says the Russian. It is a silly game for desperate fools.

[chuckles again, soft and low and sweet, of course!] Oh yes, I do -- if for no other reason than simply because you are waving that little toy around while you are discussing the game. Now tell me, how do you play? Is it anything like-- oh, what is it called in English? Cups and Roberts...? [Or, you know, Cops and Robbers, but hey-- Aizen did pretty much nail it pretty close, didn't he?]

Oh, really. And what about it is so fucking desperate?

Have you ever BEEN to Russia?

Listen, bitch. [He pulls out the gun] You wanna play, or not?

Little toy? [That gets an amused look. This little toy is like no gun anyone has ever seen] There's one bullet in here. You take turns pulling the trigger. Nothing like cops and robbers.

[chuckles yet again; it really must be getting annoying: how self-assured he is,eh?]

I see, I think... The loser is the one who winds up with the bullet, is that it?

I will play with you, yes. [smiles softly]

[Her mouth opens wide to bare her teeth in a grin that is not remotely pleasant.]

Yes.

But if you call me a bitch again, I am taking your testicles.

Feisty. I like that.

[He pulls out a dream gun. One of his many, and holds it up] Chill the fuck out. Do a line of coke, or whatever else. I have a pill for anything and everything. Makes this more fun, too.

That's the idea, yeah. Loser loses a brain. Winner... well, gets everything.

You got a name?

You have no idea.

[She looks at it, frowning.] Where did you get that? It feels off.

Maybe you can show me.

There's nothing off about it. [He holds it out] Check it out if you want. One bullet in the chamber. That's all you need for this game.

[continues to smiling softly] A name? Why yes-- yes, I do, in fact. Why do you ask that now, Kavinsky-kun? Do you want to be able to identify me to the cops, if you are the winner?

Nah, I just like to know whose blood is splattered across the floor.

Ahaha! I see; you are confident, then, that it will not be your own, Kavinsky-kun?

Well, we shall see... Do you wish to take the first-- er-- shot?

[Before the words are even out of the other guy's mouth, he puts the gun to his head and pulls the trigger, jaw clenched. There's the click, and then nothing]

I am.

Maybe you couldn't handle it.

I know how to play the game, Einstein. This gun is not from earth.