Maya follows his slight gesture, and she slides down to pick up the smaller sketchpad, and a pencil from the case. Setting the art supplies on the flat top of the rock, she clambers back up beside him.
She flips up the pad's cover; it opens to a blank page. She prints 'Piotr Rasputin' in neat, economical letters; no flowing script or loopy cursive here. Maya was an officer far too long for that.
(The lettering looks loosely Cyrillic-inspired; the 'N' is backward.)
"Like this," she says, and she holds the pad up. "Piotr Rasputin."
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Date: 2008-07-28 03:17 am (UTC)She flips up the pad's cover; it opens to a blank page. She prints 'Piotr Rasputin' in neat, economical letters; no flowing script or loopy cursive here. Maya was an officer far too long for that.
(The lettering looks loosely Cyrillic-inspired; the 'N' is backward.)
"Like this," she says, and she holds the pad up. "Piotr Rasputin."