As soon as Victoriya made impact, Vitaly could not contain himself anymore. It was quite the unusual sight to see the pristine-clothed man roar of laughter, especially for those that had tried to get to know him. Vitaly was a difficult man, but even a difficult man could not deny the hilarity of a bumbling ball of joy colliding with a cranky gal like Izzy. Especially the timing, he really appreciated the timing of his sister. Running into the boss like that, right at the moment where she was going to give him a piece of her mind. He wiped away a tear as he watched the couple walk towards the centre of ring.<br/><br/><i>"Yr an ass.."</i><br/><span style="color: #00b3b3">"Ah, but my dear, don't deny it, you like it"</span><br/><span style="color: #000000">Vitaly winked back at the woman before he sat back down at the table and continued his usual morning routine with his glass of milk and bowl of oats. He'd finished his newspaper already, but that did not mean he couldn't enjoy the sights and sounds that transpired all around him. He wondered if he could use his sister's little comedic act into their show. And as he gazed away in the distance, his mind began to conjure up a thousand possible outcomes, in great detail, on what could happen if he incorporated something similar into their performance.<br/>
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In the meantime, sweet little Victoriya was bursting of excitement. She had ran full speed towards Izzy. But, as she almost got close, she seemed to suddenly realise that stopping on time could be a bit of a problem. Well... As she body-slammed her helpless victim, she wrapped her strong arms around the tomboy and nearly hugged the woman to death. Not that she did it on purpose though, she just -really- loved hugging people. Victoriya smiled as soon as Izzy recognised her, and her face was full of pure joy as a stream of almost incomprehensible words poured out of her mouth.<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: #b30059">"Vet? I is vet because ov da vater. Vater makez Vicky vet yez. Vitty zaid Izzy need hug, zo Vicky comez and give Izzy hug. You like ze hug? Vicky like ze hug too, but need stop now."</span><br/><span style="color: #000000"><br/>
Victoriya seemed to be a bit flustered, a red colour visibly colouring her cheeks as Izzy succeeded in wriggling out of her arms. When the boss guided her towards the middle of the caravan, Vicky's flustered silence was quickly broken by a second stream of words. The poor woman struggled with her accent, her added excitement definitely not helping her case.</span><br/><span style="color: #b30059"><br/>
"Ze name vor ze cirque! I haz a name, you like name. ZE VAUDEVILLIANS!"</span><br/><span style="color: #000000">As vicky said the name, she spread her hands before her and gestured them in an arch to punctuate her words. But she suddenly got distracted by what Izzy had said to her brother.<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: #b30059">"Azz? Vhy iz Vitty azz? He naughty zu you? Vicky knows vat to do ven vrother is naughty! Oh yes, he alvays vants me to  getz..."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00b3b3">"Victoryia!  Perestan'te razgovarivat' " <i><span style="font-size: 9px">(Stop talking) </span></i></span><br/><span style="color: #000000"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)">Vitaly casually looked up from his breakfast and turned towards his sister once more. The man seemed not in the slightest bit disturbed by the strange babbling his sister had just sprouted. Instead he massaged the bridge of his nose with his right thumb and indexfinger, showing signs of annoyance.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00b3b3">"Ugh You babbling idiot. No one vill understand you if you do not talk slowly, my dear. And you vill catch a cold like zis! Odevat'sya <span style="font-size: 9px"><i>(Get dressed) </i></span><span style="font-size: 15px">Or I vill get you dressed myself!"</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #000000">Victoriya looked visibly taken aback by the firm reprimand her brother just gave her. He only talked in Russiya to her whenever she'd done something wrong. And she </span></span><span style="color: #000000">definitely<span style="font-size: 15px"> knew what she did wrong now. Without delay, she kissed Izzy on the cheek and ran towards the Tolmachevy wagon which happened to be a few yards away from Enzo's attempt at flirting with Cathy. As Vicky came to a stand-still before her wagon, a sudden brilliant thought sprang to her mind. If she got into her cabin dressed like this, she would make everything wet. Vitaly would </span>definitely<span style="font-size: 15px"> not like that. She couldn't make him angry again, not when he was in such a good mood before. Without thinking it over, Vicky clumsily pulled her shirt off over her head. However, the sticky wet cloth refused to slide off her skin and the adorable girl banged her head against the door of her wagon as she lost her footing in the proces. The Russian sprawled onto the ground, her arms tied up above her head by the wet shirt clinging to her skin. Her bouncing breasts jiggling freely in the muggy ohio air.<br/>
</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #00b3b3">"Oh <i>bychit’!"</i></span><br/>
<span style="color: #000000">Vicky cursed loudly underneath the black t-shirt, as she sat on her ass in front of her door.</span></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>