#isaak-volkov

anger , fear , guilt , embarrassment . just a few of the emotions that he was going through , he despised it. he should have been there for vasili, he shouldn’t have gone home. he was family and now everything was hitting the fan, he’s met up with a few vipers but the only one that matters is isaak. he’s looking for another bottle, but can’t seem to find one and out of frustration he slams it on the wall. glass shattering everywhere as he takes a step back turning around to see the eldest volkov. ❝  we should have been there . ❞  there is sadness , dripping from each word that leaves his lips ❝  I was supposed to catch up with him later ——- ❞  he stops as he gets closer to isaak ❝  I want their head , I want to stick my hand in their fucking chest cavity and rip out their heart . ❞  he steps even closer ❝  vas shouldn’t be laying in a hospital bed right now . ❞  he adds on as he takes a deep breath ❝  you know we need to do this . ❞ 

“As in someone who looks nice and approachable but is actually going to give you one hell of a bite?” she asked raising an eyebrow. With a chuckle she smirked taking a sip from her drink. “I prefer inconspicuous killer to pretend big bad wolf like that guy. We could have him for breakfast.” she huffed with a small laugh towards a guy across the bar giving both of them awkward flirty faces. “Lord, he snaps those jaws at us one more time, I’m going to make a rug out of him.” she took a sip watching as Isaak tried not to laugh at her comment. “It would look good on one of the walls of your Dungeon of Pleasure and Pain...”

—Faye mumbled and laughed uncomfortably. “Yes, absolutely amazing, mother.” Last thing she needed was her mother telling Isaak Volkov semi-true stories of her teenage years. It was already bad enough that he most likely recalled some all on his own from all the time she spent with Klara. Spotting a waiter, she grabbed two flutes and unceremoniously handed Isaak one. “Please ignore my mother; she must have mixed her medicine.” Faye told her well boss with a sugary voice but her eyes screamed ‘bloody murder’

while alexei had done his monthly check up on each of the volkov children at their respective businesses, he wanted to meet with isaak separately from the business first. because he tended to travel a lot on the vipers’ behalf, the two hadn’t seen each other in some time; and of course, alexei knew isaak suffered from the same seriousness nicholai embodied. it didn’t matter that isaak was the vice president of the family now–alexei took his role as uncle seriously, and that sometimes meant showing his nephew how to relax. so, there he sat at the black rabbit, in a semiprivate corner with drinks ready and a new box of cigars, waiting for isaak to show.