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That night, Yura layed in bed, sleeping comfortably. Andrei walked into his room, having a bad case of insomnia. “Yura… Yurochka… are you asleep?” he asked, gently shaking him. Yura rolled over. “…I love you too, Lenochka…” he said, pretty much still sleeping. Andrei shook him a little more. “Yura! Wake up!” That did the trick. Yura woke up, but none too pleased. “Блядь! Drunia!! Why’d you wake me?!?” “I can’t sleep.” he said, sitting on Yura’s bed. “Ugh. Oh well!” “Yura… I can’t stop thinking of you… I’m really confused.” Yura sat up in bed, thinking his ears were playing tricks on him. “What?!” “It’s true, Yurkina.. you’re the only thing I can think of lately. You’re so sweet and perfect and innocent and…” Andrei trailed off mid-sentance when he noticed Yura staring at him. “Yura, what is it?” “Nothing. It’s just odd you say this. I feel the same way about you.” Andrei was in shock. “You do?” “Yeah. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.” There was a bit of an awkward silence between them, until Andrei spoke. “Can I sleep in here tonight? It’s a little bit lonely…” “I don’t mind.” Andrei grabbed a blanket and started to lay down in the floor. “Drunia, don’t. You can sleep with me if you want.” Yura said, scooting over on the bed a little bit. Andrei crawled in bed with him, and covered up. He ended up taking a little too much cover, leaving Yura with none. He looked at Yura, surprised. “YOU SLEEP NAKED!!” Yura blushed and covered himself up. “Yeah.. I do. It’s more comfy, you know?” Andrei couldn’t help but stare. Yura had a perfect body. Yura noticed and decided to kiss Andrei. They began to makeout with each other, and Yura pulled of Andrei’s boxers, throwing them down, which caused them to land on Misha. Misha was sleeping in the floor, but ended up waking up. He decided to pretend to be asleep. They continued making out, and Andrei ended up on top of Yura, still kissing. Things continued to get hotter, but then he stopped. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked. “Yeah.. positive! Like 100000 times positive. Drunia… I… I think..” “Yeah, Yurochka?” “I think I love you.”

*This whole scene is censored due to hot sex. LOL Sorry! I’m just paranoid about getting my thing deleted (Yura’s 14, Andrei’s 24.. yeah..). But I’m sure you can imagine what Yura and Andrei are getting into.*

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This takes place a couple months after Elena’s suicide attempt, and her finding out that Andrei is her brother. It’s kinda silly.

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It was midday, and Laskovyj Maj were hanging out together. “I’m bored.” Yura said, throwing confetti on Andrei.

“WOOOHOO! LET’S PARTY!” he yelled, beginning to do a weird little dance. Andrei looked at him oddly, along with Elena. “Are you high?!” she asked, giggling. Yura smiled. “I’m high on life!… maybe.” He threw confetti on Elena.

Sergei looked at Yura oddly. “What the hell? Yura, stop being so weird. We need to record the last of our demos.” Yura sighed. “Ugh… Kuzia… I don’t wanna right now.” Kuzia gave Yura a look that only said “do-it-or-you’re-grounded”. Yura looked annoyed. “Okay, fine.” He and the rest of the band, along with Kuzia and Elena went to their little crappy studio.

“I wanna be in the band.” Elena said, cuddling Yura. “That’s not a good idea, sis.” Andrei said. “Why not?” she asked. “Because, no girls allowed!” Kostya said, giving Elena an annoyed look. Andrei rolled his eyes. “Kostya, hush. Lenka, I don’t think you could handle seeing many, many teenage girls all over Yura… and that comes with fame! We may not be famous yet, but Yura’s the best. It’ll happen.” Yura smiled. Elena looked at Andrei. “Well, I’ll kill any girl who gets too close to my Yura!” Kostya’s eyes widened. “NOOO!! Send them to me!!! I’ll fuck ’em.” Yura looked at Kostya, annoyed and in disbelief. “KOSTYA! Shut the hell up and sing so I can get this shit over with!” Kostya walked into the recording part of the room, and Kuzia began to play the music. Kostya began to sing…

“Ustalo more ot poludennoj zhary,
Ustali chajki nad volnoj kruzhit’ ves’ den’.
Prohlady prosit znojnyj bereg, prosit Krym,
I rady my s toboj gryadushchej temnote.

Prohlady prosit znojnyj bereg, prosit Krym,
I rady my s toboj gryadushchej temnote.
Obeshchayet dobrym byt vecher opyat’,
Obeshchayet more volnoj laskat’.

Noch’ podarit zvyozdnyj svoj skazochnyj mir.
Mir, v kotorom pravit vremya lyubvi.
Laskayut volny ostyvayushchij pesok,
A ch’ya-to yahta dremlet v Gavane svoyej.

Prekrasno vsyo, i eti neskol’ko chasov
My provedyom s toboj segodnya bez druzej.

Prekrasno vsyo, i eti neskol’ko chasov
My provedyom s toboj segodnya bez druzej.

Obeshchayet dobrym byt vecher opyat’,
Obeshchayet more volnoj laskat’.
Noch’ podarit zvyozdnyj svoj skazochnyj mir.
Mir, v kotorom pravit vremya lyubvi.

A zvyozdy – yuga molchalivyye druz’ya,
Kak zhal’, chto skoro vas zamenit novyj den’,
No, nesmotrya na eto, vsyo zhe schastliv ya.
I raskalyonnyj yug v prohladnoj temnote,
Temnote.

Obeshchayet dobrym byt vecher opyat’,
Obeshchayet more volnoj laskat’.
Noch’ podarit zvyozdnyj svoj skazochnyj mir.
Mir, v kotorom pravit vremya lyubvi.”

Kuzia turned off the recording equipment. “Very well, Kostya. If we ever get a real studio contract, we’ll have to edit your voice a bit. It doesn’t “reach” people, it’s so soft. Do you think you could work on that a bit?” “Yeah, I’ll give it a shot. I’m going to my room now!” Kostya said, walking out. Kuzia looked at Yura. “Yura! It’s your turn.” Yura rolled his eyes. “Ugh… yay.” Elena kissed him. “You’ll do good! I know it!” “Let’s just get this over with, Kuzia.” Kuzia began to play music and Yura began to sing…

“Nu, vot i vsyo, ne nuzhno mne.
S toboyu byt’ i den’ i noch’.
Nu, vot i vsyo, pora lune
V osennih tuchah skryt’sya proch’.
Ne nuzhno slyoz, proshu, ne plach!
Ne dumal ya, chto razlyublyu.
Da, ty prava – ya tvoj palach,
No vypal sneg ne k sentyabryu.

O, kak pohozh ty, tayushchij sneg,
Svoim korotkim sushchestvovan’em…
Moyu lyubov’ napomnil ty mne,
Takuyu zhe pervuyu, takuyu zhe rannyuyu.

Zabudu ya tvoj letnij vzglyad,
Teplo travy zabudesh’ ty.
Pojmi zhe, ya ne vinovat.
A pervyj sneg ubil tzvety…

O, kak pohozh ty, tayushchij sneg,
Svoim korotkim sushchestvovan’em…
Moyu lyubov’ napomnil ty mne,
Takuyu zhe pervuyu, takuyu zhe rannyuyu.

Nu, vot i vsyo, a glupyj sneg,
K ishodu dnya, ujdyot s zemli…
Nu, vot i vsyo, ne nuzhno mne
Tvoih nochej, tvoej lyubvi.

O, kak pohozh ty, tayushchij sneg,
Svoim korotkim sushchestvovan’em…
Moyu lyubov’ napomnil ty mne,
Takuyu zhe pervuyu, takuyu zhe rannyuyu.”

“I think we have a hit. Either this or Belyye rozy. Yura! How do you do this with your amazing voice?!” Kuzia asked, turning off the recording equipment. “I was in choir, remember?” “Ah, yes. You got all the solos.” Elena walked over to Yura and kissed him, and Kostya walked back in and sat next to Kuzia. Kuzia looked at Elena.”Elena, I got you a job by the way!” “OOH! COOL! What is it? Official back-up dancer for the band? Yura’s personal love-slave? Oh, wait, I’m already that. Uhhh… costume designer?” “No, Lenochka. You’re gonna babysit all of the little babies here!” “Oh… I… yay?” Elena was bummed out. Yura cuddled Elena. “Well, that sucks to be you, snugglebunny!!!” “Oh shut up!” she said, walking out to go take care of the babies. Yura followed.

Kostya and Andrei were in the room still, with Kuzia. “Snugglebunny? Oi, I hope I never fall in love if it makes you give nicknames like that!” Andrei laughed. “Well, Kostyachka… I think it’s cute… but that should be me! I should be Yura’s snugglebunny! Not my sister!!” Kostya gave Andrei a weird look. “Are you trying to flirt with him?” “I have been since Kuzia introduced us. He never notices.” Andrei said, making a sad face. Kuzia looked uncomfortable. “I’m not gonna ask.” A few minutes later, Yura ran back into the room, laughing uncontrollably.

“Dudes, that little baby just totally puked on Elena, right in the face! It was hilarious!” Andrei giggled. “Well… I guess you won’t be kissing her for a while!” Yura made a disgusted face, and spazzed out. “Ew! You’re right!! Just… EWWWWWWW!!” “Well.. here!” Andrei said, grabbing Yura and kissing him, right on the lips, shocking Kostya and the rest of the band.

Andrei smiled, but then got distracted by a kitten running by. “A KITTEN!!!” he said, adorably running after it. Yura was in shock. “Did he just do what I think he just did?!” “Yeah! He’s chasing kittens. Such a dog!” Kostya said laughing. “No, Kostya… you idiot. Before that!!!” “OH! Yeah… Andrei totally kissed you.” Yura blushed. Kostya gave Yura a weird look. “Why are you blushing? Oh my gosh! You liked it!!” “WHAT?! No I didn’t! Okay… maybe I did…” “I’m telling Elena!! You have a thing for her brother!!! You’re such a boy-skank!” Yura was getting annoyed. “Who are you callin’ skank, Mister “I-sleep-with-every-girl-I-meet?!” “OH! So it’s like this now?” Kostya made fists. “Let’s settle this, short-shit!” Yura swung at Kostya and punched him in the stomach, causing him to fall to the ground. “HAHA! You just got your ass kicked by the ‘baby’ of the group!” Elena walked in. “Yuri Vasilevich!! Stop it!” He looked at her. “But why? He started it!” Kuzia looked at Yura. “I agree with Elena. Stop it now, or Andrei will be the only lead singer of this project.” Kostya made a frightened face. “But… Kuz… Andrei can’t sing.” Kuzia smiled. “Exactly.” Yura laughed. Elena smiled. “Guys… Andrei’s not that bad of a singer.” Kostya gave Yura a devious look. “And he’s a good kisser, right Yura?” Yura looked annoyed. “Wait.. Yura.. you kissed my brother?!” “Ack! No Lenochka!! He kissed me.” Lena looked at Yura, weird. “Why?!” “What? Oh thanks. I’m not kissable?” “It’s not that Yurkina… It’s just.. why?!” “Ehh.. beats me.” he said, kissing her. Elena smiled. “I thought you weren’t gonna kiss me again since I got puke in my face!” Yura made a grossed out face. “Oh man…”

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I don’t own the lyrics of Bereg Krym or Tayushchij sneg. Lyrics © Sergei Kuznetzov



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