[ GRINNING LIKE A LUNATIC. He is so pleased Dean hates has such an excitable reaction from his gift. It almost warms Russia's cold, dead heart. But it doesn't. Because it just fell out of his chest.

He picks up up, carefully dusts it back off, and stuffs it back in his chest before calling after Dean.
]

Goodbye for now! Promise I shall not be a stranger!

[ And then he starts clamoring out the window because fuck doors, just fuck 'em. ]
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