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ā elena zorkin
@bratvabornā the garnizon
dainty forearms balanced a saucer and cup, as elena wove through the late morning crowd, fair-skinned hands grasping a warm plate of pastries. heād only just walked in, but the tea was a regular affair, and the blinis were courtesy of the small blonde. maksim sokolovās door hadnāt latched until the midnight hours, after lenaās nightmares had already woken her from fitful sleep, and those hours werenāt meant to be witnessed by the living.
she set the plates down; first the blinis, and then the tea, offering him a small smile.Ā āitās extra strong,ā she offers, nodding at the tea.Ā āsomeone had a late night. it was either you or the old lady across the hall, and madame belova fell asleep with her door open at seven.āĀ
if the pakhan is the king of the volkiās deck, maksim is the jack. the second in command operates their territory with a gloved fist that does not have any weaknesses. he works late into the night and early every morning to keep things running smoothly - he balances books, recruits foot-soldiers, orchestrates shows of volki strength, and these things take time. all of his time, in fact. and that is the way he likes it.Ā
āspying is an unseemly habit, miss zorkin.ā maksim replies, barely looking up from his ledger until the sight of the blinis in his vision makes him look up and smile ever so slightly.Ā ābut there is work to be done. the racetrack opens again on sunday, there is much to prepare.ā everyone else in the respectable building of apartments that maksim lived assumed he was an accountant, because that was what he told them, and the books under his arm seemed to be proof enough. elena zorkin, he knew, was not under the same impression, but he was not so crass as to discuss illegal business with a young woman of her temperament. weak temperament.Ā āthank you.ā the tip he slides across the table is large, but he can afford such things for kindness and to sate curiosity.Ā āthe question begs... what were you doing awake at that hour?ā
ā fyodor rakovsky
āĀ Ā teddy ,Ā Ā āĀ Ā heĀ offersĀ toĀ theĀ other ,Ā understandingĀ butĀ notĀ needingĀ theĀ honorific ,Ā norĀ toĀ beĀ addressedĀ asĀ Ā mr .Ā rakovsky .Ā despiteĀ theĀ yearsĀ heĀ hadĀ beenĀ gone ,Ā teddyĀ stillĀ picturesĀ hisĀ fatherĀ moreĀ thanĀ himselfĀ whenĀ heĀ hearsĀ theĀ name .Ā heĀ extendsĀ aĀ handĀ toĀ theĀ other ,Ā intentĀ toĀ shakeĀ inĀ greeting .Ā Ā āĀ Ā noĀ need ,Ā thisĀ placeĀ isĀ openĀ toĀ whoeverĀ wishesĀ toĀ comeĀ in .Ā Ā āĀ Ā soĀ longĀ asĀ theyĀ wereĀ notĀ thereĀ toĀ causeĀ unneededĀ trouble ,Ā whichĀ ,Ā givenĀ theĀ effortsĀ ofĀ politenessĀ theĀ otherĀ wasĀ displaying ,Ā fyodorĀ hardlyĀ suspectedĀ fromĀ him .
heĀ tiltsĀ hisĀ headĀ slightly ,Ā wonderingĀ howĀ thisĀ occurred ,Ā butĀ notĀ questioningĀ it ,Ā thenĀ nods .Ā Ā āĀ Ā ė“ ź²ģ“ ė ¹ģ¬ģģ ź°ė„ģ±ģ“ģė¤,Ā Ā āĀ Ā heĀ answers ,Ā whichĀ wasĀ theĀ truthĀ inĀ part .Ā heĀ spokeĀ itĀ withĀ hisĀ motherĀ frequently ,Ā butĀ besidesĀ thatĀ heĀ hadĀ littleĀ opportunitiesĀ toĀ practice .Ā andĀ evenĀ asĀ muchĀ asĀ hisĀ motherĀ tried ,Ā thereĀ wasĀ stillĀ aĀ slightĀ russianĀ leanĀ toĀ theĀ words ,Ā thoughĀ thatĀ wasĀ probablyĀ onlyĀ noticeableĀ toĀ nativeĀ speakers .Ā still ,Ā itĀ makesĀ himĀ smileĀ toĀ haveĀ someoneĀ elseĀ toĀ speakĀ with .Ā Ā āĀ Ā ģµź·¼ģ ėŖØģ¤ķ¬ė°ģ ėģ°© ķģµėź¹Ā ?Ā Ā ā
jae nods and cannot hide his smile.Ā āteddy it is.ā familiarity is a hard thing to come by in russia, he has found.Ā āģ§źø 쯤ģ“ė©“ ģ ė ė§ģ°¬ź°ģ§ģ ėė¤.ā he misses home, not that he would admit that to himself lightly. the tea pastures and the pagolas and the men in their top knots and the women about the markets in seoul in their hanbok. he misses the grey ocean at busan and his mothers lisp that he canāt read in her handwriting. speaking his mother tongue, his motherās tongue, makes him realise how much that is true. āģė, ģ“릓 ė ģģ“ģ. ģ°ė¦¬ź° ķ©ė³ėźø° ģ ģ.ā
he notices the other manās smile and some of his reservation at showing up unannounced subsides.Ā āė¹ģ ... a boxer?ā he asks, switching mid-sentence to russian when he realises he doesnāt know the word for boxer.Ā āyour accent suggests you might have been here even longer than me.āĀ
ā konstantin zorkin
āNeither can a corpse. Guess who Iād prefer to be around at the moment?ā Even though he spent his days attempting to save those doomed and disorderly from succumbing to their many ailments, Kon did have an appreciation for the silence that death brought. Despite Jaeās insistence, he made no attempts at adjusting his position besides nestling his neck against the crook of the couch cushion to get a better view of the man struggling with his boots.Ā āPeople die from a little rain,ā Konstantin murmured,Ā āAccidents, fall, a bit of a cold that turns into something more. Infection.ā His eyes pointedly fell on Jaeās legs as he spoke.Ā āSepsis. Amputation. No more dancing. Sadness. Depression. All from a little rain.ā
āby all means. the cemeteryĀ is a mere 15 minute walk from here. you will not be missed.ā jae snapped as he rose, going and rifling through the pantry looking for something to fuel himself with after a long day of pushing himself to the very limits of his abilities. but, as usual, he was seeing nothing that did not make his stomach turn in anguish.Ā
āi would ask if you are always so insufferably dramatic, but i know you are so i will not waste my time.ā jae put himself to work setting the stove alight and placing the kettle atop it to boil. his mother had sent him some dried jasmine tea from home - perhaps that would settle his stomach and distract him from the strain in his thigh.Ā āiāve survived more than a little rain and sadness, zorkin.ā
ā aleksei petrov
Ā Ā Ā when : evening , ā of december 1920 . Ā Ā Ā where : lobby of the nightingaleĀ Ā Ā Ā who : @bratvabornā
gone for a year , back again . heĀ ā s returned to moscow with a plethora of feelings , packing them up tightly and storing them away to be examined and processed at a later date ,Ā later being entirely undefined . a month goes by , settling slowly into a routine that has thrown every other day into chaos , all aleksei seems to summon up is a feeling of precision . a greater level of restless , too , somewhere in the neighborhood of simmering but not quite .
he rises with this precision . he speaks to others with the grey of it coloring his voice because it is fine and well to be the apex predator amongst the bratva of russia but aleksei refuses to have it let him grow complacent ; insists on still sleeping with one eye open . he dons a well-known bitterness like a familiar coat . bitternessĀ , because even though plans for the volki ā s moscow are starting to come to fruition , the bend of his bones under such emotionĀ translates to vigilance .Ā
that vigilance is what he is acting on while he accesses the vault at the nightingale . quick job , but one that needs to be done . aleksei does a cursory inventory sweep of their assets to ensure they are intact after witnessing a cremation ā it is the gold really that he is worried about , with its low melting point ; he doesn ā t care much for any ashy traces of the body other than filing these sights away for a critique on clean up jobs . the door shuts heavy behind him , locks resolutely in place , as aleseki ascends from the catacombs of the volki ā s own creation . when he exits into the lobby he is able to lose himself to a swathe of spectatorsĀ ā post - performance crowdĀ ā stars still shining bright in their eyes because of the heavens they have seen played out on the stage . there is casual halo of glamour to the sphere of the space , a kind that aleksei seems to avoid ever since his winter palace days .
the sovietnik manages to palm a flyer to see what has just let out when some one sidles up to him . he is intending on getting in and out and is not in the mood for conversation and aleksei fully intends on looking up and saying so .Ā
he feels his mouth press into a flat line on reflex at the sight of a familiar gaze , expression falling back on the cold neutral face he uses whenever he has to deal with difficult politicians .Ā Ā Ā ā jaehyun , āĀ Ā Ā he greets,Ā Ā Ā ā how are you? āĀ Ā Ā itā ā s not quite a ā i will not be discussing our last encounter ā but it is close enough to it that he is sure the sting of his intent is felt . Ā
he and natalia have become the pair ofĀ jewels in the nightingaleās crown. the ballet pulls crowds every night, and here, in the aftermath of hours of hard work, he is bathed in the adoration of patrons and audience members alike. he flits about the crowd, accepting gratitude, adulations, sometimes flowers from women, and propositions from those whos wallets as thick and heavy as the diamonds around their necks, or, on occasion, their wivesā.Ā
there is a respect for his art form here, the audience dresses themselves in their finest silks and feathers to watch it, and the volki weave between them in their black suits and steel-capped boots with their cigarettes smoking from the corners of their mouth. jaehyun knew they were here, he knew vladimir operated this place like he did the garnizon, the racetrack, the boneyard. normally he did not bat an eye for the wolves, they all looked the same in their inky dark coats, but for a few he knew by name.Ā
the flyer in the sovietnikās hand lauds his name as the principal daseur noble - yason yi - but the name he knows him by is his own, brought with him on the boat from his homeland and as he stands beside him, arms crossed and expression resolute, it spills out laced in alekseiās accent.Ā āi have been better, aleksei. much better.ā he looks him over, up and down, the slashes of black kohl that delicately lined his eyes on-stage making his gaze appear intense, swan-like, and absolutely disapproving.Ā
āi had assumed you were dead.ā his tone was more amused than kind. it had been barely gone wartime the last time they had seen each other, and jaehyun had been thin and recovering from the wound in his thigh. time had made him bigger, stronger, healthier, sucessful again.Ā it bought him a certain amount of smugness to face the man who had so disappeared off the face of the earth now. āturns out you were just running.ā coward.Ā āthough what from, i could not say.āĀ

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ā konstantin zorkin
āI am not here for you eitherāāĀ Perhaps that was a bit rude, so he quickly added (with a rather broad gesture at the body as well),Ā āI wanted to come find him too. They were saying he was a Romanov andāā I wanted to see for myself, to confirm that there was another dead branch among their dying lineageĀ āājust curious, is all. Guess he was important enough to warrant a second glance from the great leytenant. May I be graced with the same blessing once they lay my soul to rest.ā Preferably not floating among debris, though by the looks of this conversation, he may as well purchased a spot next to the bloated corpse as well. Upon hearing the otherās request, Konstantin took the card between his thumb and index finger, scanning the address in silence. Several comments came to mind (yet none reached his lips): 1) he was already late for work with this stupid little detourā this mission would keep him out of commission almost entirely for the night if he was lucky, tomorrow as well if he was notĀ 2) the address was a hourās walk and it felt like two, given the state of the weather 3) didnāt they have stupid, blubbering tryhards for jobs like this?
He drew his index finger along the edge of the card in thought.Ā āYou require my assistance over that of a shestyorka not because you want me to wait outside their windows and familiarize myself with their movements, but because you fear the children are ill..? Or am I misunderstanding the intent?ā Kon carefully pocketed the paper at last,Ā āOtherwise, I fear I am not as stealthy as you envision me to be; I will do my best, though my abilities align with other practices.āĀ
maksim merely waited for him to dig himself out of the hole he had created with his words. he was a patient man, if not a tolerant one.Ā āah yes, your little vendetta. i doubt that man was a romanov - either that or his fall from grace was a longer topple than the canal bank to the water.ā another pensive sigh of cigarette smoke.Ā āhe was working for a rival bratva. that was his crime. and clearly sycophancy is yours.ā romanov or not, maksim could not care less.Ā
āsending a medik is less conspicuous. and it kills two birds with one stone.ā the man of that house was known to be a violent soul, better to have the children seen to while he was spied on.Ā āmy intents are not the concerns of a glorified field nurse, zorkin. stealth is not of the essence, but subtletyĀ is.ā he fixes konstantin in his gaze.Ā āif you can present me with worthy intel, i will see to it that you are rewarded. do i make myself clear, boy?āĀ
ā konstantin zorkin
āYou are so lucky Iām not that catā I would have soiled your pillows for being such a terrible host.ā Was he there a bit too often than he should be? Of courseā but Natya was a close friend (the closest out of the handful he would actually consider friends) and though she had an insufferable roommate, no dead faced, wide shouldered dancer would shoo him away from the comforts of her home. Konstantin carefully placed the mug of tea on the coffee table before stretching, almost cat like, to turn the radio on a bit louder so it can drown out Jaeās movements. Deciding that he was much more comfortable reclining instead, he slumped against the couch cushions instead. āYou look like someone threw you into the river,ā he commented, watching the other,Ā āHow are you able to pirouette but you still do not know how to use an umbrella?ā
āmmm. but that cat, at least, cannot talk.ā he busies himself putting his things away from work.Ā āand does not steal out of our pantry.ā natya, of course, would not call it stealing, and maybe it wasnāt, but any excuse to grumble at konstantin was taken. he rolled his eyes without bothering to hide his displeasure as he might at the theatre as he stretched himself out, laying claim.Ā
āget your feet off my couch. ź·øź² ģ°ø ģź²¹ė¤.ā jaehyun sat down on the floor by the door and began peeling himself out of his wet coat, and water-logged boots that had soaked into his dance leggings below.Ā āi forgot it this morning and i didnāt want to hang around at the theatre. there are worse things than a little rain.āĀ
ā natalia sudayevna
noses nearly touching as natalia leaned, core tight and leg extended behind her, she couldnāt help but smile a little more genuinely. not many things could draw that sort of emotion out of her, but her best friend was one of the few.Ā
she lowered her heels, arches aching after spending an evening on pointe, wrinkling her nose as his lips made contact with her head.Ā āiām sweaty,ā she warned unnecessarily, leaning on the barre backstage to unlace her pointe shoes. the protectiveness in his voice made her roll her eyes and she patted his cheek teasingly.Ā ācareful. heās a patron, and if youāre going to make my job harder iāll send you back home before me.ā
āi am well aware.ā he smiled, running a hand through his hair which he could feel was damp at his temples before sitting against the wall under the barre to remove his shoes and undo the stirrup of his tights.Ā āhe is? iāve never seen him around here before.ā jaehyun snickered as he began to stretch weary, overworked limbs.Ā āhe looks like a creep.āĀ Ā
it worried him, the way these patrons attached to natalia - of course, they stood no chance, watching her from the red velvet seats under the spotlight of the stage, the tutu she wore sparkling under the lamps, he imagined it was enough to have all of them on the edge of their chairs.Ā āno way - iām not going home alone to deal with your little live-in pest on my own.āĀ
ā rosalĆa narvaĆ©z cantarero
spearsĀ ofĀ iceĀ areĀ impaledĀ intoĀ herĀ backĀ andĀ sheĀ isĀ gratefulĀ ,Ā atĀ theĀ leastĀ ,Ā thatĀ sheĀ hasĀ herĀ spineĀ towardsĀ himĀ .Ā forĀ atĀ theĀ veryĀ leastĀ ,Ā thoseĀ wordsĀ cannotĀ impaleĀ herĀ heartĀ asĀ sheĀ currentlyĀ sitsĀ .Ā Ā Ā āĀ narvaĆ©zĀ Ā cantareroĀ ,Ā āĀ Ā Ā sheĀ correctsĀ ,Ā thoughĀ itĀ isĀ notĀ asĀ gentleĀ aĀ toneĀ sheĀ wouldĀ useĀ ifĀ correctingĀ someoneĀ elseĀ .Ā sheĀ isĀ notĀ sureĀ ifĀ heĀ doesĀ itĀ toĀ spiteĀ herĀ ,Ā becauseĀ heĀ doesĀ notĀ payĀ attentionĀ ,Ā orĀ ifĀ heĀ caresĀ thatĀ littleĀ toĀ rememberĀ .Ā evenĀ soĀ ,Ā sheĀ hasĀ learnedĀ theĀ russianĀ formsĀ ofĀ namesĀ ,Ā theĀ diminutivesĀ ,Ā andĀ theĀ sweetĀ namesĀ toĀ callĀ oneĀ anotherĀ .Ā theĀ leastĀ heĀ ,Ā ofĀ allĀ peopleĀ ,Ā couldĀ doĀ ,Ā givenĀ thatĀ sheĀ hasĀ beenĀ aroundĀ kolyaĀ forĀ almostĀ threeĀ yearsĀ ,Ā isĀ giveĀ theĀ sameĀ respectĀ toĀ herĀ .Ā sheĀ doesĀ openĀ hisĀ mouthĀ toĀ respondĀ toĀ hisĀ firstĀ questionĀ ,Ā toĀ sayĀ thatĀ heĀ shouldĀ beĀ backĀ withinĀ theĀ hourĀ ifĀ allĀ goesĀ wellĀ .Ā ratherĀ ,Ā herĀ mouthĀ fishesĀ asĀ heĀ wavesĀ aĀ handĀ andĀ sheĀ archesĀ aĀ delicateĀ browĀ .Ā Ā Ā āĀ givenĀ thatĀ heĀ leftĀ meĀ sittingĀ asĀ iĀ amĀ ,Ā "Ā Ā Ā sheĀ ,Ā asĀ ifĀ forĀ emphasisĀ ,Ā pressesĀ downĀ onĀ softlyĀ onĀ theĀ keysĀ andĀ drawsĀ aĀ melancholyĀ chordĀ ,Ā Ā Ā āĀ iĀ amĀ inclinedĀ toĀ sayĀ thatĀ heĀ isĀ awareĀ .Ā āĀ Ā Ā aĀ pauseĀ ofĀ silenceĀ beforeĀ sheĀ twistsĀ toĀ faceĀ himĀ moreĀ fullyĀ ,Ā Ā Ā "Ā isĀ thereĀ somethingĀ thatĀ iĀ canĀ playĀ forĀ youĀ whileĀ youĀ areĀ hereĀ ?Ā ā
maksim chuckles.Ā āapologies.ā she took the bait. he could not care less about her spanish naming customs, they were not in spain after all. her tone is pointed, and to anyone else it would have been met with the harshest of words, but he knows the affinity that nikolai has for this girl, and for that reason only, he merely raises a brow at the slight. she has a flair for the dramatics, he thinks, as her emphatic chord echoes around the room, but he supposes she is pretty enough, and adept in the kind of arts that kolka values - that must explain it, why he has formed a weakness for this girl who so often haunts the household.Ā
āi prefer it when nikolai plays.ā the leytenant says pointedly, sitting himself down on the couch to wait for their common friend, and lighting a cigarette with the lack of haste he is so well known for.Ā ābetter yet, you tell me - the moscow symphony, are they any good?ā he invests his money in the visual arts, in artists working in the studios of moscow and st petersburg, but music has always been nikolaiās niche.Ā āi bought kolka tickets to see them play, but you would know better than i whether or not they are worth his ear.āĀ

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ā konstantin zorkin
āNot a fan of parks? Not even when theyāre filled with children and laughter and the occasional brooding, sad faced protagonist?ā He cooed, stuffing his hands into his pockets now as he soaked in the manās presence. Kon didnāt have a death sentenceā to insult a higher up would surely lead to an accident involving him and a rather putrid river bed, but that mouth of his carried him from chicken shack to the home of a Duchess. It was difficult to turn off on a whim, particularly when faced with someone of uttermost importance; still, he chewed on the inside of his cheek and frowned.Ā āYou still have not told me how I may be of assistance tonight, or are you simply passing by?ā
maksim raised his brow in answer to the medikās question as if the response should be obvious. he was not the sort of man who liked parks or squealing children at all. this boy reminded him a little of a child, dainty and small and constantly biting his tongue.Ā
āi am not here for you.ā he blew a cloud of smoke out into the air between them, as cool and collected as the icy sheen collecting on the canal.Ā āi am here for him.ā he nodded out to where a faint shape could be seen bobbing on the water too far away and too deathly still to be a wayward swimmer.Ā āi was intending on paying you a visit, actually. but you have saved me a trip to that awful prison in which you lurk.ā he pulls a notecard out of his pocket with an address written on it in impossibly neat handwriting.Ā āi want you to pay a visit to the ivanovs. the little ones have not been showing up to school.ā he holds the card out to zorkin.Ā ālinger, take as long as you need. i want to know why, and what their father has to do with it.ā he levels the boy in a blue stare.Ā ācan you do that, medik?ā it was not a question, though it was posed like one.Ā
ā fyodor rakovsky
itĀ wasĀ earlyĀ enoughĀ thatĀ onlyĀ oneĀ orĀ twoĀ ofĀ theĀ fightersĀ wereĀ presentĀ withinĀ theĀ den ,Ā mostĀ stillĀ sleepingĀ offĀ theirĀ adventuresĀ ofĀ theĀ nightĀ before ,Ā butĀ fyodorĀ wasĀ aĀ constantĀ inĀ thisĀ space ;Ā theĀ heartbeatĀ ofĀ theĀ buildingĀ inĀ muchĀ theĀ sameĀ wayĀ hisĀ fatherĀ was .Ā heĀ canĀ noĀ longerĀ trainĀ theĀ wayĀ heĀ onceĀ did ,Ā butĀ Ā (Ā Ā toĀ theĀ displeasureĀ ofĀ oneĀ medikĀ inĀ particularĀ Ā )Ā Ā heĀ continuesĀ toĀ makeĀ attemptsĀ onĀ asĀ manyĀ morningsĀ asĀ heĀ can .Ā anĀ argumentĀ madeĀ aboutĀ aĀ teacherĀ needingĀ toĀ stayĀ sharpĀ themselves ,Ā andĀ aĀ smileĀ toĀ ignoreĀ theĀ feelingĀ heĀ knowsĀ heāsĀ likelyĀ makingĀ worse .Ā however ,Ā heĀ isĀ pulledĀ fromĀ theĀ bagĀ byĀ theĀ soundĀ ofĀ knocking .Ā turningĀ towardsĀ theĀ door ,Ā heĀ motionsĀ forĀ theĀ strangerĀ toĀ comeĀ in .
āĀ Ā good morning ,Ā Ā āĀ Ā heĀ returns,Ā somewhatĀ curiousĀ aboutĀ theĀ manĀ andĀ cannotĀ helpĀ theĀ habitĀ ofĀ sizingĀ upĀ thoseĀ whoĀ enterĀ Ā āĀ Ā anĀ oldĀ habitĀ ofĀ aĀ fighter ,Ā repurposedĀ forĀ theĀ useĀ ofĀ theĀ recruiter .Ā heĀ lookedĀ athleticĀ enough ,Ā andĀ truthfullyĀ fyodorĀ wasĀ ofĀ theĀ mindsetĀ thatĀ ifĀ youĀ wereĀ someoneĀ whoĀ wasĀ willingĀ toĀ putĀ inĀ work ,Ā wantedĀ toĀ beĀ there ,Ā thenĀ youĀ wereĀ worthĀ having .Ā however ,Ā heĀ stillĀ doesnātĀ Ā knowĀ Ā thatĀ thatĀ isĀ theĀ reasonĀ forĀ theĀ otherāsĀ appearance ,Ā soĀ heĀ remainsĀ quietĀ onĀ thatĀ front .Ā Ā āĀ Ā thatādĀ beĀ me .Ā pleasureĀ toĀ meetĀ you ,Ā mr .Ā Ā ā¦Ā Ā ?Ā Ā ā
āoh, uh, yi. mr. yi.ā he says, distracted by the way he is so clearly being sized up.Ā āyason - or rather, jaehyun. itās a pleasure to meet you, mr. rakovsky-nim.ā his mother was very clear in her letters - just because you are so far from home, be polite, use the honorifics i taught you when you were a boy if you are going to call in on someone you do not know quite yet.Ā āi am sorry to call in on you unannouncedĀ at your place of work.ā he looked around at the den, a little amused by the similarities in appearance to the studio in which he himself trained despite boxing and ballet being seemingly opposite physical arts.Ā
āmy mother met yours and it seems they are of the mind that we should meet.ā the danseur smiles shyly and ducks his head a little.Ā āź·øė ė ė“ ķźµģ“ź° ģ°ģµģģ ė²ģ“ė ź±±ģ .ā he looks up at fyodor and wonders if he speaks their mother tongue at all. he has a russian name and a russian life, perhaps a russian tongue only too. he had been excited at the prospect of having someone to speak to, other than the woman at the markets who sold cabbage and very rarely had time to converse.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā ššššššššĀ šššššĀ šš Ā ššš .Ā Ā Ā /Ā Ā Ā part i .Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā @leytencntĀ Ā @pakhans
who: natalya khvostovskyĀ (Ā @bloodtornā )
where: the driveway of the volkov estate
always people in this house. it is never as quiet as it used to be, and although max is very good at locking himself in his office on the third storey to mine his way through the books and the letters, it seems as though that is becoming not good enough. his car, spotlessly clean and astronomically expensive, grates on the gravel as he pulls to a stop outside the formidable estate. he rolls his eyes when he sees natalya on the stairs. the girl is a liability, he had insisted numerous times, but on deaf ears, it seemed.Ā
āmiss khvostovsky.ā he nods, polite even consumed with distrust.Ā āgood morning.ā the leytenant tucks his ledger under one arm and offers his hand for her bags as he caught up to her and they walked up the driveway.Ā āallow me.ā a criminal he may be, but that was no excuse to act like one.Ā ādo you know if vladimir or nikolai are home today?
Ā Ā timestamp : Ā Ā afternoon , Ā ā Ā of Ā december Ā 1920 . Ā Ā Ā location :Ā Ā Ā nikolaiāsĀ musicĀ room ,Ā withinĀ theĀ volkovĀ estateĀ Ā Ā Ā tagging :Ā Ā Ā Ā @bratvabornā
theĀ pianoĀ wasĀ old ,Ā thoughĀ wellĀ takenĀ careĀ of ,Ā andĀ theĀ keysĀ wereĀ wornĀ slightlyĀ inĀ aĀ wayĀ thatĀ nikolaiĀ foundĀ comforting ;Ā theĀ touchĀ ofĀ aĀ youngerĀ selfĀ stillĀ present ,Ā andĀ theĀ slightĀ oilĀ ofĀ hisĀ fingersĀ wouldĀ meanĀ thatĀ hisĀ currentĀ selfĀ wouldĀ leaveĀ behindĀ aĀ markĀ asĀ well .Ā modernĀ genresĀ wereĀ excitingĀ toĀ theĀ ear ,Ā theyĀ wereĀ whatĀ nikolaiĀ loved ,Ā butĀ moreĀ Ā classicalĀ piecesĀ wereĀ comfortingĀ inĀ theĀ sameĀ way ;Ā aĀ familiarityĀ beneathĀ fingertips .Ā theĀ musicĀ echoedĀ throughĀ theĀ volkovĀ estate ,Ā nikolaiĀ havingĀ leftĀ theĀ doorĀ toĀ theĀ roomĀ thatĀ heldĀ theĀ instrumentĀ open .Ā heĀ wantedĀ lightĀ toĀ comeĀ inĀ throughĀ theĀ windowsĀ inĀ theĀ nextĀ room ,Ā brighteningĀ darkĀ wood .Ā ifĀ heĀ couldĀ dragĀ theĀ pianoĀ outĀ intoĀ theĀ gardenĀ heĀ justĀ might ,Ā heartĀ likeĀ aĀ sunbittenĀ mothĀ towardsĀ warmĀ light ,Ā mindĀ thatĀ justĀ wantedĀ toĀ escapeĀ theĀ darknessĀ itĀ couldnātĀ shake .
however ,Ā theĀ factĀ thatĀ heĀ wasĀ playingĀ likeĀ this ,Ā unpromptedĀ andĀ simplyĀ becauseĀ heĀ wantedĀ to ,Ā wasĀ aĀ signĀ thatĀ theĀ darknessĀ hadĀ recededĀ aĀ Ā bitĀ today ,Ā thatĀ worldĀ feltĀ lightĀ enoughĀ forĀ kolkaĀ toĀ playĀ aĀ songĀ fittingĀ forĀ theĀ season .Ā theĀ songĀ reachesĀ hisĀ naturalĀ conclusion ,Ā butĀ heāsĀ beenĀ ableĀ toĀ senseĀ thatĀ someoneĀ isĀ behindĀ himĀ forĀ aĀ fewĀ moments .Ā heĀ letsĀ hisĀ handsĀ rest ,Ā beforeĀ lookingĀ backĀ overĀ hisĀ shoulderĀ toĀ seeĀ maksim .Ā Ā āĀ iĀ canĀ playĀ quieter ,Ā Ā āĀ Ā heĀ suggestsĀ gently,Ā Ā āĀ Ā iĀ knowĀ youĀ haveĀ work .Ā Ā ā
maksim treads lightly in the volkov house, although it is as much his home as the apartment he lives in in moscow, but with two souls he treasures as much as the volkov brothers residing here, he is always careful about the way in which he arrives. every day he listens, to hear that nikolaiās fingers are expertly playing the piano - the sound is a good omen, one that means kolka is up and of the spirits to play. it is relief that floods him, as much as appreciation for the beautiful noises he can coax out of the wood and ivory, while he stands quietly in the door with his papers under his arm.Ā
āthere is no need.ā maksim assured.Ā āit is good to hear you play.ā he gestured to the empty seat in the music room.Ā āmay i? volodya has associates meeting in the office, their voices are much harder to work through than your songs and the racing books have to be balanced by sunday morning.ā he could work anywhere, really, it was merely an excuse to be near to his little brother, in name if not by blood. these days, where the darkness did not threaten to pull nikolai from him, were rare and to be cherished like a fine whiskey or a sunny day in moscowās winter.Ā

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@bratvabornāĀ /Ā maksimĀ &.Ā vladimirĀ .
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if they had been only slightly younger, slightly more optimistic, slightly less scarred, maksim might have been able to close his eyes and imagine the two of them at war. the thought made him chuckle under the veil of noise created by the volley of bullets. there was no point imagining - they were at war here too. it was one of a different kind, dressed in their own colours rather than the khakis of russia - they were commanders here as they had been in france, britain, italy although now the army was theirs too. no tsar commanded them, but rather a pakhan and the bird of prey to his right.Ā
āit is the only job you have ever had.ā maksim said, as calmly as though he was sitting at home at his dining room table and not hunkered down behind a bullet-riddled car with a gun in his hand. the leytenant cracked his neck slowly, straightened his tie, and checked the time on his pocketwatch before opening the barrel of his gun and checking the bullets, rolling the barrel once, twice, three timesĀ in one of his habitual repetitions.Ā āof course. on your mark, команГиŃ.ā
who: natalia ( @fcdedmemoryā )
when: late evening
where: the nightingale
the muscles in his legs scream in a way that, if given sound, would resemble the way the violin strings screamed when they were plucked out of tune. he held natalia steadily by her waist in their final arabesque penchĆ©. it looked as if she were made of iron and water all at once as he looked up at her in the usual familiar awe. the audience in the nightingale applauded and as the heavy curtain dropped he let himself drop his resolute smile along with it.Ā
the orchestra flourished and then lulled and they could hear the chatter through the curtain as the audience removed themselves from their seats. he let nat take her footing again before getting up from his kneeling position and pressing a kiss to her hair. āgood show natya.ā it was accompanied by a little chuckle. there was never a bad one when they danced together. āi donāt like the way the old git in the first row was looking at you. if he tries to speak to you after, iāll knock his teeth out.āĀ