Summary:

“Shane says you are smart. You went to university before you were drafted, yes?” Rozanov’s eyes were twinkling again. He wasn’t Shane’s boyfriend right now, he was the Russian Menace.

“Yeah, I mean, I did two years. You didn’t go to college, did you?”

“No, so I have to do my own readings, my own studies. You must have done philosophy courses?”

Was Rozanov mining for chirping material? What the fuck? “I, no I took like…a writing seminar. And um, a civics course. Plus, like, math.”

Rozanov blinked at him, again. “Math.”

“Yeah, math.”

“Oh. So you are a mathematician? You study calculus? Linear algebra? Discrete mathematics?”

What in the fuck is discrete mathematics? “I dunno, no. It was like, y equals mxb squared, or whatever. You know, algebra.”

“Algebra.” Rozanov’s eyebrows shot up his face. “Like for a child? American university gives you primary school lessons?”

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Hayden Pike confronts Rozanov about his relationship with Shane. It doesn't quite go as he expected.