"How is Ivan?"
"Ivan is good, lol."
"What's so funny dad?"
"What do you mean?"
"You said 'lol'."
"Yes, 'lol', lots of love."
"Lmao, no, it means laughing out loud."
"oh." 

Ivan pulled on Paul's leg, his wide little eyes going around the room. Paul smiled, picking up his grandson with a groan and sitting the little boy on his lap. Ivan pointed at Paul's phone, the other hand inside his mouth. Paul told him no, chuckling the whole time. Ivan was a smart little thing, quiet, not at all like the other babies Paul had met. The youngest puppy, Laika, trotted into the study and sat in front of Paul. Ivan reached for the little dog, nearly reaching her before Paul had to help him down, waddling after the puppy as she cantered into the kitchen. Paul smiled, leaning back into his favorite chair. Just as he closed his eyes to take a nap, his phone vibrated on the table. Paul grabbed it off the table, swiping it to the texting page.

"LOL, you did learn English like you said you did, right?" Paul rolled his eyes annoyed.
"Yes, but I haven't learned this new technology language." Every word had to be shortened, everyone was too lazy to just type the rest of the sentence, and worse, Paul had heard people doing it in SPEECH! Most of the time it wasn't even shorter than just saying the full word!

Paul heard a knock at his door, bringing his out of his phone for a second, as he stood to leave, he heard it vibrate again, but he'd only be a second, it was too high for Ivan to get to anyways. Paul answered the door as usual, looking through his peephole to see who it was. It was only his son-in-law Stanislav, as well dressed as his wedding day, Paul liked Stanislav, before marrying Alexandra, Stan had served as a valuable soldier and retainer, and now that they were family, Paul had someone he knew he could trust.

Paul moved to address Stanislav quickly. [color=00aeef]"Stan!"[/color] He said amicably, in a way Stanislav did not return, instead frowning at his goodfather. Stanislav spoke in Russian, which meant that something was important enough that no one else could hear it. [i]"The Irish are gearing up for an assault on Donnie's guys, I have no doubts that we're next."[/i] Paul frowned, and a hole opened in the depths of his stomach. [i][color=00aeef]"Okay then, what do we do?"[/color][/i] Stan played with his tie. [i]"For now, you need to go into hiding, it's too dangerous-"[/i] [i][color=00aeef]"To hell with to dangerous! I'm calling Anton, work on something with him."[/color][/i] Stan grimaced, but nodded silently. [i]"Fine, but I'm taking Ivan with me, I'm not letting him get hurt."[/i] Paul nodded in understanding. [i][color=00aeef]"As I would with Alexandra."[/color][/i] Paul held the door open for his son-in-law, following in behind him to grab his phone. The two climbed into Stan's car, and Paul called Anton, waiting for the dial-tone to go away and for his retainer's voice to answer him.