The words rushed into his brain without permission, right up against him. And just like that, Alfred—pathetically—came *hard* to the sound of Ivan’s swearing. So good it practically blew his mind out of his skull. Damn, what a sad little man.
But no matter how long he’d been pent up, his mind kept drifting back to the surveillance mission, making it hard to, uh, *finish the job*. Just as he was about to give up and call it a waste of time, his earpiece suddenly blasted Ivan’s furious ranting.
This expectation got kinda out of hand, turning into some weird obsession. On the 20th day of Ivan’s swear-free streak, Alfred decided to take care of business—just a routine stress relief session, y’know.
At first, Alfred just laughed at him, thinking, *Damn, even you have moments like this.* But slowly, listening to Ivan swear became one of his favorite ways to unwind. He lowkey started hoping Ivan would curse more, instead of cutting himself off after just a word or two.
The bug was placed right under the desk, so Alfred could hear all kinds of stuff others couldn’t—like Ivan muttering curses under his breath after getting wrecked by data overload.
According to some legit shady history, during the Cold War, Alfred, as a top-tier American spy, was sent to Moscow to keep tabs on Ivan. To get the job done faster, Alfred planted a bug in Ivan’s office and monitored him 24/7.
I’ve been imagining myself doing all those art for rusame when I can’t draw. But then when I actually got my pen and have time to draw, I just crawl in my bed and start reading rusame smut. How pathetic.