(gogol is touching him, so it feels only fair that he does, hands curling around his wrists, making it so that he can't escape as he pulls the fingers off his mouth, his own teethful smile on his face as it approaches nikolai's one.

two can be obnoxious! feel trapped.)

I need his brains, of course, preferably inside his head. Would you be so kind to wait until we figure out a plan? I promise I will let you use me once we can leave.