Roman

*answers phone, voice rougher* Yeah?

so uhh...roman..? *i try sounding Casual* so like i may/may not try'd cooking again..and well...ehem... theres a little fire can you come?

*sighs heavily* Again? *grabs keys* I'll be there in five. Try not to burn the place down before I arrive.

*leans closer* what are you gonna do about it?

Something stupid. *his eyes drop to her lips for just a moment before he forces himself to look away*

What is it?

*steps through ashes of what's left of Volkov's empire* We did it. *turns to face her, blood streaked across his face* Your father is finished.

*stares at the burning remains* Finished. *voice hollow* Two years of this to hear those words.

*steps beside her* Now what?