For Anatoly, Pre-New Years

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As he walked to the yurt that had been his home for a few day in the past month, Lex couldn't help smiling. All his plans and scheming...it all came down to tonight. Tonight he'd know if it was worth it and he was positive it would. Everything was set up and now it was time to put things in motion.

As he approached the yurt, he carefully schooled his features back to a more amused expression. He was just here to collect Anatoly for a party, as usual. Nothing more. Or so the Russian needed to believe. He didn't even bother to knock as he slipped inside. "Anatoly, are you ready?" He said expectantly, rubbing his gloved hands to warm them up.

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Lex held up the suit jacket so Anatoly could easily slip his arms in. Once the other had it on, Lex made some minute adjustments to how it laid on Anatoly's shoulders then walked around in front of him to smooth down the lapels, straighten the collar of the shirt and made another adjustment to the tie. Then he smiled, a very appreciative smile. "Yes, I think we shall."

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Anatoly found himself very conscious of Lex's hands as he stood still and submitted to being fussed over. They were quite lovely hands, and while he had noticed this before, he was reminded all over again tonight.

He was a fool, there was no doubt of that, but he was beginning to realize that this - whatever it was - was very possibly not one-sided.

He smiled at Lex then gestured towards the door. "After you, my friend."