I adore this photo of you. You have a smile to light worlds.
[ His next message is in Ukrainian. If one were of a mind to translate it, the gist is that Vitaly may or may not be commenting on Nova's DILF status. ]
Here, you asked for a photo of Sergiy and Dodo.
[ He sends a picture that shows two blurs running through a grassy yard. ]
They two, they look like this until they fall asleep.
[ A moment later, without comment, he sends one more thing: a video. This one is of the three of them. They're on a beach somewhere, white sand and bright sun, a background noise of waves. A shirtless Vitaly is grinning and swinging a squealing, laughing Sergiy upside-down by his ankles. There’s careful gentleness in how Vitaly plays, a fine line between caution and roughhousing. The dialogue, largely teasing in tone, is all Ukrainian. (He does not, it turns out, have a high-pitched voice; rather, it has a deep reverb to it.)
Dodo runs circles around them, barking enthusiastically before she abruptly stops and begins to nose her face into the sand until her head is buried. The man behind the camera points this out and Vitaly and Sergiy both turn serious; Vitaly quickly (and with that same graceful caution) sets Sergiy on his feet. Childish cries of "No, Dodo, stop!" and two men shouting deeper "Eh! Eh, Dodo! не роби цього (Ne roby tsʹoho)!" can be heard as the scene bounces wildly, then cuts off.
A moment after, he sends another message, this one almost…hasty?]
The other one is only my cousin, Oleksei. Taking the video. That’s all.
[…]
I […] only say because perhaps you wondered and I want to reassure you that -
3/3
[ His next message is in Ukrainian. If one were of a mind to translate it, the gist is that Vitaly may or may not be commenting on Nova's DILF status. ]
Here, you asked for a photo of Sergiy and Dodo.
[ He sends a picture that shows two blurs running through a grassy yard. ]
They two, they look like this until they fall asleep.
[ A moment later, without comment, he sends one more thing: a video. This one is of the three of them. They're on a beach somewhere, white sand and bright sun, a background noise of waves. A shirtless Vitaly is grinning and swinging a squealing, laughing Sergiy upside-down by his ankles. There’s careful gentleness in how Vitaly plays, a fine line between caution and roughhousing. The dialogue, largely teasing in tone, is all Ukrainian. (He does not, it turns out, have a high-pitched voice; rather, it has a deep reverb to it.)
Dodo runs circles around them, barking enthusiastically before she abruptly stops and begins to nose her face into the sand until her head is buried. The man behind the camera points this out and Vitaly and Sergiy both turn serious; Vitaly quickly (and with that same graceful caution) sets Sergiy on his feet. Childish cries of "No, Dodo, stop!" and two men shouting deeper "Eh! Eh, Dodo! не роби цього (Ne roby tsʹoho)!" can be heard as the scene bounces wildly, then cuts off.
A moment after, he sends another message, this one almost…hasty?]
The other one is only my cousin, Oleksei. Taking the video. That’s all.
[…]
I […] only say because perhaps you wondered and I want to reassure you that -
I don’t let strange men near my son, yes?
[…]
Well. And I mean we aren’t involved together.