Betty
*Corvus soon recognized how the boy was an 'army brat,' and didn't have too much real-world experience outside of the military and order. It would help describe why he had cleaned the boys room without being asked, and Corvus appreciated that. He moved from his seat and moved from laying on his back to laying on his stomach, and he put a hand on Vizhkir's soldier. He spoke to him, his voice was light and friendly, and seemed to have no judgement.*

"Well, I think that sounds amazing. Was your father nice to you?" 

*After asking, Corvus realized that may have been the wrong question to ask but didn't move his hand from the boys shoulder. Instead, he awaited nervously to hear what the boy would say in response.*
Heather
"My father was... Nice. Da, but also hard. He is a Spetznaz operator, so he thought it would be one day useful for me to teach me hand to hand combat. Systma, judo all of it. If they know it he taught it to me. But hey, how many 17 year olds can say they've driven a BTR?" 

He chuckled, remembering the night his father's Squad drunkenly stole a BTR from the motor pool and had the then 14 year old Vizhkir drive them around base in the 20 ton personal carrier. 

"I was like, 14 or so. The night we got back from... Well I won't say, my father's sqaud got really drunk. Like, so drunk they could hardly walk right? I was following them around acting like I was the shit surrounded by Russia's best and we ended up in the motor pool. There was this BTR-90, hatch open and sitting inside a bay that someone forgot to close. They started it and had me drive them around the base with them sitting on top, lighting up the sky with AK fire. That... That was the best night of my life" He said with a large smile on his face. 

He hadnt realized there was a hand on his shoulder until now. Shortly after the revelation hos cheeks lit up red and he looked at his hands once more.
Betty
*Corvus smiled as he listened to the story and imagined a younger Vizhkir doing the said things. He only knew roughly what a BTR-90 was, and found the story entertaining. His eyes watched as Vizhkir spoke, and looked down at him from his own spot. As the boy looked at his hands once more, Corvus didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth and spoke hesitantly.*

"That... Sounds entertaining. I wish I had an entertaining childhood, like, that sounds rough but it also sounds like you got to actually live, and, in America we're technically free but it's just a repeating cycle."

*Corvus caught himself ranting and closed his eyes, he smiled and spoke once more, chuckling whilst doing so.*

"Sorry, I'm ranting, aren't I?"