Ivan was quite taken aback at the Italian's reaction, but he was moreso surprised at his own reaction. He would normally allow no one to force him into anything, especially through physical contact. Not after what he went through so many years ago... But now, he was dumbfounded to find himself keeping quiet while the other man pulled him out. Was this man not stunned with fear a few moments ago...? He was quite strong for his size...
Why was he not able to control himself? Why was the Librarian having to scold the Principle...? But amidst his confusion, the Russian felt ashamed... almost stupid as the door slammed back shut.
Nothing of what was running through his head, however, leaked through that dry smile of his. He was angry... but at what, he did not know.
With another small 'hmn,' Ivan pulled out his cell phone and dialed Ravis' number. After punching in the digits, the Soviet raised his phone to his ear and waited. Despite the icy cold aura, Ivan kept his glimmering orbs of amethyst fixed on the wall straight ahead of him, flat-out ignoring the other large country that was only an arm's length away from him.
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave these two former rivals alone and so close...