Ice Cream, Evil Russians and Her ( You x Robin )

Indiana Flyer

"Hey, Dingus, you guys need help?"

All three of us gave the short haired girl a confused look. "You know how to speak Russian?" I questioned.

"Well, I sorta do. I know the alphabet, but that's really all you need," Robin said. "I'm sure that's what's confusing all of you."

"Y/N figured out three words!" Dustin exclaimed. I smiled at my little brother. He was such a sweetheart sometimes.

Robin looked over at me, a small smile on her face. "Well, how about Y/N and I work on this message while you and Steve sling ice cream. Or, Steve slings ice cream while you watch." She corrected herself.

Steve nodded before standing up, Dustin following his lead. "You two let us know when you're done," and with that Dustin and Steve walked out the door, leaving Robin and I to continue attempting to translate the message.

"Okay," Robin started, "What do you have so far?" She sat down beside me, leaning closer to view the Russian translation book I was studying. I could feel the younger girl's presence from the proximity, causing chills to run up my spine.

I shrugged before replying, "Well, honestly, not much." She gave me an encouraging look, so I continued. "Well in the first sentence I heard week. In the second sentence I figured out the word silver. I also heard them say China for some reason."

"How do you know all this?"

"Oh," I started feeling a little embarrassed as to why I knew. "Well, awhile back Hopper caught me smoking weed by the video store, and I had to go to a Russian language club meeting twice for community service."

"Hm," She made a small sound, causing me to think she was judging me. "Well that's not bad community service. Hopper is cool. Anyway, why do you think they mentioned China?" Robin moved on from the topic, causing me to smile lightly to myself.

"Do you think it has anything to do with an invasion?" I questioned. "Except, I don't understand the word silver, that's for sure. I could be wrong with my translations, though."

Robin pressed play on the recording, and we listened to it again. "I have a feeling you're not wrong," She said once the recording was paused, "but I do think we should translate more before we make anymore theories." She then stood up and walked over to a small whiteboard. "Okay, let me write the Russian alphabet up here, it should help us figure out the words better, even if we have to sound each one out."

"Sounds good to me," I replied. I then sat there and watched her write each letter out, along with the somewhat corresponding english sounds and letters.

"Here's a piece of paper," She said while handing me a ripped sheet of notebook paper. She carried the notebook back over to the whiteboard. "Okay, so let's listen word by word. I'll tell you which letter to write down, and I'll write it too. Then we'll find it in the book, and pretty soon we'll have a translated secret Russian communication."

"Okay, are you ready?" I asked while picking a pen up from the table. She nodded, so I pressed play on the recording, pausing on the first word.

"That's 'the', I know that for a fact," Robin said. She wrote it down in her notebook.

"Okay, well the next word is week but we can check it to be sure," and with that we continued translating.

An hour later and we had finally translated the whole thing. Some of the sounds were hard to understand, especially to people who don't even speak Russian.

The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly.

We both stared at the translation in confusion. She was positive it was right, and I trusted her. The problem was, it just looked like a bunch of nonsense. "I don't understand," Robin started, "I know it's right."