"Rozaliya. I will need to come up with something pretty to call you," Roza said, enjoying the blush she produced, but taken by surprise when Sabine took her hand and kissed it as well. Her eyes widened a little and a faint bit of color came to her cheeks as well.<br/><br/>Whatever moment that might have produced was interrupted by the soldier. "Ah," she turned on Sokol, hands on her hips, chest thrust out proudly, "I agree, such language is not used lightly.<em>Ruskie</em>," she spat, "is, how you say, 'fighting words.' Nicknames are part of unit, even insulting names is part of brotherhood. But call me 'Ruskie' again and I will break your jaw."