#;vasili

it was strange, how alexei felt guilty for not visiting his nieces and nephews for more than a month, when their father never left town and still made no time for them. either way, every time he came home from a trip, after he’d done most, if not all, the check-ins involving the business, he made time for each younger family member. tonight he had a gift and time for vasili. he agreed to meet his nephew at the emerald club, even though he hoped vasili planned on more than clubbing all night. he wasn’t the young man he used to be, that was certain. “vasili!” he greeted, shouting over the music of the clubs. he held his arms out in his most classic greeting.