Rochester Inn

[Lanakov]

Boris watched the scene,stuck to his chair.
Rochester had been quite noisy and brutal those days.He was somewhat worrying,because he forgot how to use his homemade monster of a rifle,the Lanakovitch LK-01.

While he was desperately thinking about how to reload manually in case of a malfunction from the magazine,a problem which happened sometimes,Sprolf tapped him on the shoulder and told him :
"She's still waiting for you,Boris."
He blushed,and turned in the direction of the lady.Indeed,she was still looking at him,with a surprisingly insistent look.
"Right",he said."There are times to think,and time to act.I'm done thinking."
Throwing a last,determined look at Samuel Sprolf,as if he was going to war,Boris stood up,looking around him to make sure that no one would blast/stab/strangle/rape him on his way and carefully walked up to the lady's table.

I wish Noam could see that.

He asked her politely,
"Greetings,sweet lady,princess of my dreams,jailer of my eyes.May I join you ?"

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If everyone was a bit more like Lanakov, the entire world would be more positive. Including pregnancy tests.