About Of Russian Myth and Lore

by CB Conwy
27 pages / 6700 words
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Family. In Mischa's opinion, you can't live with them. Period. That's why he's so reluctant to let Tom meet them, but Mischa's family decides that they'd like to meet Tom. And an order is an order.

This is a once in a lifetime chance for Tom to see a Russian bear in its natural environment. Mischa's family seems friendly enough, at least until Mischa's uncle sends Tom out into the woods by himself. In the middle of the night. However, there's more to Mischa's Russian background than Tom knew. In the quiet summer night, Tom learns a thing or two about Russian myth and lore - and about family.

Sample

"We're going to Canada in June."

Tom looked up from the paper he was grading. "We are?"

Mischa looked grim. "Yes. No way around it. Sorry." He turned around and left the room.

"What the… Mischa!" Tom got up and stomped after him. "What do you mean, we're going to Canada?"

Mischa stopped and turned around in the hallway, a look of suffering on his face.

"And why the fuck is going to Canada making you sulkier than a toddler who lost his favorite toy?"

"I am not sulking!" Mischa crossed his arms in front of him. Admittedly, he was a bit too macho and Dom-y for the comparison to hold true. But the gesture still made him look surprisingly like a very big, very petulant toddler.

"Yeah, right, you aren't. It's perfectly reasonable that you're walking around staring daggers at the carpet the entire day. Care to tell me what's so horrible about Canada?"

Mischa sighed. It sounded like he had the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. "You're going to meet my family."

"I am?" Tom raised his eyebrows. "Isn't this the time when you normally ask me whether I'd like to meet your family instead of ordering me to do so?"

Mischa sighed again. He really had the geriatric, world-weary thing down pat now. "This is where you're wrong. My family has decided that we go, and therefore we go. There's absolutely nothing either of us can do about it."

"But why would we want to do anything about it? What's wrong with them?" Tom frowned.

Mischa looked patiently at him. "They're Russian, Tom."

"But so are you, Mischa!" Tom was starting to get annoyed.

"But they're very Russian. Very. Russian."