Summary:

“Do you really need all these pins?” Shane asked, watching Ilya carefully select the fourth box back in the row, which apparently gave him more luck, “You’ve already gotten like five boxes.” “But I want the dog,” Ilya said, looking at Shane as though he was the one who had lost his mind. “You got a dog!” “No, I want this dog,” he tapped the box impatiently, “What is his name?” “Pluto,” Shane said automatically, “He was my favorite as a kid.” “See? That is one I want.”