knocks on his kitchen window. It looks like he's making something yummy!

jumps and turns to the window, accidentally cutting his hand on the knife he was using to cut up apples for a crumble. He yelps and turns_

back to the counter and quickly grabs some paper towels to press against his wound.

blinks a bit, not expecting that violent of a reaction.

frowns and holds the papertowels to his hand while he turns back to the window. With his good hand he gestures to the door, wordlessly_

asking if he wanted to come inside.

nods vigorously. It looks like he's making yummy food. ^__^

while cradling his hand to his chest he moves to the door and opens it.

comes in. "Pryvet, little Liet~" He stops, noticing how Liet is holding his hand. "Did you cut yourself badly?"

shakes his head, trying to make it seem like it wasn't as bad as it seemed. "N-no, no, it's... I'm okay."

can smell the blood. "Little Liet, are you lying to me?" he asks plesantly, just like he used to back in the days of the USSR.

wasn't technically lying. He didn't think it was *that* bad. Hewas hoping. "I-I don't think it's bad.." He murmurs, stuttering.