10-12-2015, 06:38 AM
"Da, my lyubimyy." Khasan said in a singsong voice,"Pelmeni, just like I made it back home in Russia."
The Tartar rubbed his belly, wincing some. He had been feeling slight discomfort for the past hour, but thought nothing of it. He finished his cooking, placing the dumplings inside clear soup, a distinctly Tartar touch. He placed the bowls on the table and smiled.
"I am ok, dearest. My stomach hasn't been feeling well." He said, resting his hand on his large orb,"How were your pupils today?"
He sat down at the table, bowing his head for a brief moment to give his praise to his faith before nodding. "Come eat."
The Tartar rubbed his belly, wincing some. He had been feeling slight discomfort for the past hour, but thought nothing of it. He finished his cooking, placing the dumplings inside clear soup, a distinctly Tartar touch. He placed the bowls on the table and smiled.
"I am ok, dearest. My stomach hasn't been feeling well." He said, resting his hand on his large orb,"How were your pupils today?"
He sat down at the table, bowing his head for a brief moment to give his praise to his faith before nodding. "Come eat."