Summary:

Svetlana shifts the other bottles out of his reach, giving him an unimpressed look when he whines. “What? I’m not carrying your 200 pound ass onto the plane, so slow down there, mister.”

“It takes more to take me down,” Ilya tells her, and he isn’t wrong except that he’s also not right because he’s mostly besides himself, Svetlana would wager. At least she had been, in his place one and a half years ago. They’ve always been too similar, in certain ways.

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Svetlana is a there for Ilya whenever he needs her: be it during his father’s funeral, or to call him out on his very obvious crush.