Yes, just as planned. Of course this fox wouldn’t let up on her prey, but at least he gave himself the upper hand, whether she wanted to admit it or not. He saw it in her eyes – the will to stay in control. That was, after all, the way this game was played. But she didn’t have to worry. The message was sent to his private cell phone number, since he used this one exclusively for business purposes. But there was no way of her knowing it and thus he gave himself a point in their little interaction.
He didn’t mind that she pulled him by his shirt – when an attacker suddenly turns to violence means that not everything went according to his plan. And that’s exactly what this was. Good...
„No need to trouble yourself. We can settle this dispute in my apartment. There is no one around and you can be certain no dogs will be around either.” He made sure to emphasize a certain word. But instead of taking the lead – he brought himself to a stop, trying to find a center of balance. „Before we go, though. I have to make sure we get some things clear. Obviously you have a proposition for me, otherwise you would have killed me when you had the chance. And, quite honestly, I wouldn’t complain if you did. But now that you want to play this kind of a game, we have to set some rules, because every game has a set of rules. Now, you may wonder what choice I have, but trust me – it is in your best interest to get out of here.”
Whether those words got through to her, he didn’t know, but he knew she was more than self-confident. He saw a woman that was sure there was no chance of failure. And that was an admiring treat. If he finds out what her intentions are, he might even use them to pursue his own goal of bringing the whole mafia down. The thought brought a cold smirk on his face as he looked at her, she could try forcing him to go, but that would take too much time. Something he told her she doesn’t have. Luckily for Aleks, the whole area was full of stray dogs, so he wasn’t surprised when he heard one barking in the distance. The smirk grew even more menacing.
„Two rules – first, try not to kill me the second you get the chance. I can make it worth your while and you can make it worth my while. Quid pro quo. Second, if we’re going to my apartment, cover yourself up – people should not notice the two of us together.”
Of course, he was feeling a certain sense of dread inside of him, but unlike her – he seemed to have a little bit more composure to show his inner feelings. He was taking a huge risk with this move and there was a reason he wasn’t afraid of getting killed. There were some things worse than death. And if Nikolai found out Aleks wanted to take him down... he would have to feel those things. That was why he wanted to learn her motives, her intentions. And being lucky enough to have pulled one on her, he might just get the opportunity.
"Might as well get you dry while we're there."
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Her words had such a menacing ring to them, that she almost reminded him of Nikolai. Almost. If it was Nikolai instead of her, with his way of dealing with problems, Aleks figured he'd be already laying on the ground. Now, she had a way with words, but it was far from putting him in an immediate threat. Especially since she clearly had a split resolve. If her sole goal was to kill him, he'd be dead already. And yet, here she is, talking about a contract of some sort. No, that wasn't the main point here. She mentioned something about not working things out with humans.
No, worry about later. First take care of things in front of you. She must feel wonderful about herself right about now. Time to bring her back to earth. He noticed she looked up to the sky. She was so arrogant. Instead of talking, he put his hand in his pocket and took his cellphone out. A sent message was shown - "Sewers". The name of the receiver was not important. She wouldn't know him anyways. But the message was clear. He gave her an opportunity to check it out before continuing. "Before you continue grinning like an idiot, just let me say I'd gladly make a contract with you, but we won't do it solely your way. In a few minutes Russia's finest dogs will come to sniff this place out, according to my message. So, unless you don't want to explain your actions regarding this blunt assault. I suggest we come to friendly terms and move away from here. I got the feeling you don't appreciate dogs of any kind." He stopped for a second.
"I am sure you have something I could use. And I'm sure it works both ways. So, what is your decision, foxy lady?" His blue eyes made contact with the gold. "And you're pretty wet."
No, worry about later. First take care of things in front of you. She must feel wonderful about herself right about now. Time to bring her back to earth. He noticed she looked up to the sky. She was so arrogant. Instead of talking, he put his hand in his pocket and took his cellphone out. A sent message was shown - "Sewers". The name of the receiver was not important. She wouldn't know him anyways. But the message was clear. He gave her an opportunity to check it out before continuing. "Before you continue grinning like an idiot, just let me say I'd gladly make a contract with you, but we won't do it solely your way. In a few minutes Russia's finest dogs will come to sniff this place out, according to my message. So, unless you don't want to explain your actions regarding this blunt assault. I suggest we come to friendly terms and move away from here. I got the feeling you don't appreciate dogs of any kind." He stopped for a second.
"I am sure you have something I could use. And I'm sure it works both ways. So, what is your decision, foxy lady?" His blue eyes made contact with the gold. "And you're pretty wet."
Stuff is about to go down~~
Whether the woman was putting up a wonderful act or was naturally as fluent was up for debate. What Aleks did know was that at the moment she linked their arms, his time to back out was no longer existent. He had to go with the flow for the moment. "Don't we all?" he kindly replied to her comment about getting her hair wet. His umbrella offered her protection as she guided him towards an isolated part of the town. That much was obvious the moment she pointed down a street that led away from the resident district. Unless she was homeless, she was lying. And considering her appearance - she wasn't homeless, he was sure. There was the possibility of her hiding from someone, thus indeed resorting to reside in that area - but that possibility was almost as far-fetched as the homeless one. A woman that walked with such elegance and pride wouldn't hide amongst drug-users and homeless people.
As they walked in silence, he put his free hand in the side pocket of his coat. He didn't have a weapon of some sort - all he had was a cellphone. Which was more than enough for him. He calmly fumbled around with it, not giving away any unnecessary movements. As she stopped and closed even more on him, he looked straight into her eyes. His foster father once told him never to trust a person with golden eyes. Of course, he continued on to say: "never trust anyone". But those once forgotten words of warning now lingered in his mind. He was prepared for the fired question, but the bullet never reached him. What came next was something he wasn't able to anticipate.
Sure, she hit a dog. First he thought she was insane - possibly a schizophrenic and that would've been bad enough. But her appearance. Oh, her appearance. She was different. Still the beautiful woman she was moments ago, only with some added fox-like details. Unfortunately, he didn't have enough time to soak those details in as she pinned him to the wall with a force of a rhino. What are you? - his mind wanted to blurt out. But then again, what good would that do? She was the one that pulled the first move, so he may as well let her be the first one to talk.
Kill me? he thought as his inner grin fought to emerge on the surface. Yet, his face still had that calm expression. The only difference was his gaze, his eyes were friendly when he offered her his umbrella, but now... they were piercing through the golden shield that were her eyes. She continued to speak and as her sentence was brought to an end - the realization dawned upon him. When he skimmed through the newspapers yesterday, he came across a report - second victim killed, murderer still not found. It was supposed to be a common thing in Russia, but apparently there was a reason this case had much more hype to its name. Both men missed one important organ. Their heart.
The rumors quickly spread - some said it was a satanic cult that killed those men. Some said it was a man in his twenties. Little did they know a murderer know stood in front of him and she was far from anything they might've assumed. "If my money is what you were after - we might have worked something out in your favor. But if it's my heart that you want... I guess you should've picked someone who has a heart." He spoke slowly, his words sounding calm and menacing, both at the same time.
"You're not from around here, are you?" He continued to talk, offering no physical resistance whatsoever. "If you were, you would have known better than to lay your hands on me." Be smart about this, whatever she's got up her sleeve, you still hold the ace...
"And if you kill me now, rest assured that you won't leave this place in one piece... my lady."
As they walked in silence, he put his free hand in the side pocket of his coat. He didn't have a weapon of some sort - all he had was a cellphone. Which was more than enough for him. He calmly fumbled around with it, not giving away any unnecessary movements. As she stopped and closed even more on him, he looked straight into her eyes. His foster father once told him never to trust a person with golden eyes. Of course, he continued on to say: "never trust anyone". But those once forgotten words of warning now lingered in his mind. He was prepared for the fired question, but the bullet never reached him. What came next was something he wasn't able to anticipate.
Sure, she hit a dog. First he thought she was insane - possibly a schizophrenic and that would've been bad enough. But her appearance. Oh, her appearance. She was different. Still the beautiful woman she was moments ago, only with some added fox-like details. Unfortunately, he didn't have enough time to soak those details in as she pinned him to the wall with a force of a rhino. What are you? - his mind wanted to blurt out. But then again, what good would that do? She was the one that pulled the first move, so he may as well let her be the first one to talk.
Kill me? he thought as his inner grin fought to emerge on the surface. Yet, his face still had that calm expression. The only difference was his gaze, his eyes were friendly when he offered her his umbrella, but now... they were piercing through the golden shield that were her eyes. She continued to speak and as her sentence was brought to an end - the realization dawned upon him. When he skimmed through the newspapers yesterday, he came across a report - second victim killed, murderer still not found. It was supposed to be a common thing in Russia, but apparently there was a reason this case had much more hype to its name. Both men missed one important organ. Their heart.
The rumors quickly spread - some said it was a satanic cult that killed those men. Some said it was a man in his twenties. Little did they know a murderer know stood in front of him and she was far from anything they might've assumed. "If my money is what you were after - we might have worked something out in your favor. But if it's my heart that you want... I guess you should've picked someone who has a heart." He spoke slowly, his words sounding calm and menacing, both at the same time.
"You're not from around here, are you?" He continued to talk, offering no physical resistance whatsoever. "If you were, you would have known better than to lay your hands on me." Be smart about this, whatever she's got up her sleeve, you still hold the ace...
"And if you kill me now, rest assured that you won't leave this place in one piece... my lady."
Holy.... boy. I went totally overboard. I forgot to mention that my introduction post can be hella long. So please don't kill me >.< the future ones will be more decent than this wall of text.
*bows apologetically*
*bows apologetically*
The sound of rain filled the city – slowly, but surely colliding with the concrete. A fearless assault raging from the skies. A male figure was walking down the street, his rhythm calm and constant, not bothered by the natural phenomena. His black coat only slightly danced with the occasional breeze that accompanied the ever continuing rain. An umbrella was doing an excellent job sheltering his face. But his blue eyes tried looking up at the sky as much as they could. He liked rain. It was a natural phenomenon that was a resembling reality at its finest. The sharp, cold droplets hurting the skin on impact. It was a perfect metaphor for the real world. The world below the mask of families, happiness and love. A ruthless jungle.
Like a lone wolf, Aleksei Volkov walked down the street. But he wasn’t a Volkov, not today and not for the last ten years. Harsh droplets reminded him of reality once again. He was Aleksei Titov, a son of Nikolai – one of the more influential figures in Russia. That was his reality. And it brought him out on a day such as this.
Earlier today, a man contacted him - Lev Jesenash. A man in charge of the shipments in the eastern part of the city. His organization held the territory for themselves and they rarely approved other people shipments. Which was a shame, considering a pretty massive shipment just came in for a certain Titov. Weapons. And judging by Lev’s tone, he wasn’t happy that happened without his consent.
They would meet in a Hotel Astoria, a neutral ground. That was, of course, what Lev thought. In reality, even Astoria was owned by affiliates of his father. Only the chosen few are allowed to live a life of luxury – and those chosen ones have to be swift and ruthless. And he was going to be exactly like that.
***
„You are trespassing on our territory. How do you plan on compensating for that?” An older man, 46 years old, spoke – his voice full of anger. „Compensating? Who do you take me for? I know well that the eastern districts are under your jurisdiction, but tell me, comrade...” He paused for a few moments, taking a note of nervousness on Lev’s face. He was certainly uncomfortable being called a „comrade” by a boy over twenty years younger than him. „Nothing in this world is constant, am I not right? Otherwise you would not see men cheating on their wives with some cheap prostitutes.”
His breathing became heavy, „What did you just say?” Aleks merely smirked as he took a sip of his coffee and proceeded to talk, not paying any attention to his adversary’s objections. „The problem is, sir, you misunderstood us. We are not trying to take over your territory; we are merely expanding our market. And you should also bear in mind that we are kind enough not to pry it away from your hands. There is a certain rumor going around that some of your boys got arrested and that they told the police everything they know.”
The man was sweating, he knew what was coming. „But the police does not have any concrete evidence to take action, isn’t that so? And what would happen to your little business should they get their hands on certain documents?” With a tremendous force, the man brought his fist down on the table. Aleks kept a calm expression on his face, but he was grinning on the inside. He had his prey by the neck and he wouldn’t let go. „Listen to me, kid. I worked side by side with your father while you were still in diapers. We’re like brothers!” He raised his voice, turning a few heads in their direction.
That’s when he noticed it. A woman watching them. But it wasn’t a curious gaze like those they got from other visitors. No. She wasn’t merely watching, she was observing. He had a hunch, but he could not confirm it until now. He was being followed. His „comrade” continued barking, taking pauses just to wipe sweat from his forehead with his red handkerchief. A true Russian.
Aleks let his focus turn to the woman, although he took extreme precaution not to give away his interest. Who would want to have him followed? Competition? No. He knew they would not use such an obvious person. What could she want from him? There was only one way to find out, but he knew he had the privilege to go on about business at his own pace. After all, this was the first time she ever came so close. This only proved she was searching for an opportunity to make her move.
„And?” Aleks focused back on Lev, just as he was finished talking about pride and unity. The cold glare took the man by surprise. „Stop messing around. Are you really trying to take money from a brother?” This was getting ridiculous. The man had nothing to bring to the table. This meeting was nearing its end. Just to apply a little more pressure. „About those documents,” Aleks began, but Lev interrupted him. „A-are you trying to blackmail me?”
„With so many years of experience behind you, you should be able to recognize someone blackmailing you. This, on the contrary, is just a friendly proposition. Just accept our shipments without complaining, and I’ll be more than satisfied.”
An agonizing groan poured out of him. And with that, he surrendered. „And when I am satisfied, you can rest assured my father will be even more satisfied.” He offered him a hand and after a few moments of silence, the man took it. His palm was sweaty. Sign of a complete victory.
But the meeting wouldn't just end there. Aleks knew this for a fact, especially after noticing the woman leaving the bar. He turned to his companion with a friendly smile and offered him another drink - for the road. If she was waiting for him, as he assumed – he would see her again upon leaving the bar. Exactly why he needed to give her a little time to be sure meeting her won’t be just a coincidence.
After another glass was emptied, Aleks decided it was time to depart. Once again shaking Lev’s hand, he left the bar and the hotel. Just as he assumed, the woman was right there. She seemed to have problems with her umbrella. He licked his lips, she surely thought this was her chance, but it was actually an opening for him. Upon approaching her, he noticed her stature was far more elegant and beautiful to be a mere girl that is looking for some fun or easy money. There was something else going on here. And he knew exactly what to do. Right now, she was a damsel in distress.
He opened his umbrella and put it above her. „I suppose I could be your knight in a shining armor, my lady – after all, we do not want you to come home completely soaked, now do we?” He gave her a friendly smile as he tried to take a better look at her face.
Like a lone wolf, Aleksei Volkov walked down the street. But he wasn’t a Volkov, not today and not for the last ten years. Harsh droplets reminded him of reality once again. He was Aleksei Titov, a son of Nikolai – one of the more influential figures in Russia. That was his reality. And it brought him out on a day such as this.
Earlier today, a man contacted him - Lev Jesenash. A man in charge of the shipments in the eastern part of the city. His organization held the territory for themselves and they rarely approved other people shipments. Which was a shame, considering a pretty massive shipment just came in for a certain Titov. Weapons. And judging by Lev’s tone, he wasn’t happy that happened without his consent.
They would meet in a Hotel Astoria, a neutral ground. That was, of course, what Lev thought. In reality, even Astoria was owned by affiliates of his father. Only the chosen few are allowed to live a life of luxury – and those chosen ones have to be swift and ruthless. And he was going to be exactly like that.
***
„You are trespassing on our territory. How do you plan on compensating for that?” An older man, 46 years old, spoke – his voice full of anger. „Compensating? Who do you take me for? I know well that the eastern districts are under your jurisdiction, but tell me, comrade...” He paused for a few moments, taking a note of nervousness on Lev’s face. He was certainly uncomfortable being called a „comrade” by a boy over twenty years younger than him. „Nothing in this world is constant, am I not right? Otherwise you would not see men cheating on their wives with some cheap prostitutes.”
His breathing became heavy, „What did you just say?” Aleks merely smirked as he took a sip of his coffee and proceeded to talk, not paying any attention to his adversary’s objections. „The problem is, sir, you misunderstood us. We are not trying to take over your territory; we are merely expanding our market. And you should also bear in mind that we are kind enough not to pry it away from your hands. There is a certain rumor going around that some of your boys got arrested and that they told the police everything they know.”
The man was sweating, he knew what was coming. „But the police does not have any concrete evidence to take action, isn’t that so? And what would happen to your little business should they get their hands on certain documents?” With a tremendous force, the man brought his fist down on the table. Aleks kept a calm expression on his face, but he was grinning on the inside. He had his prey by the neck and he wouldn’t let go. „Listen to me, kid. I worked side by side with your father while you were still in diapers. We’re like brothers!” He raised his voice, turning a few heads in their direction.
That’s when he noticed it. A woman watching them. But it wasn’t a curious gaze like those they got from other visitors. No. She wasn’t merely watching, she was observing. He had a hunch, but he could not confirm it until now. He was being followed. His „comrade” continued barking, taking pauses just to wipe sweat from his forehead with his red handkerchief. A true Russian.
Aleks let his focus turn to the woman, although he took extreme precaution not to give away his interest. Who would want to have him followed? Competition? No. He knew they would not use such an obvious person. What could she want from him? There was only one way to find out, but he knew he had the privilege to go on about business at his own pace. After all, this was the first time she ever came so close. This only proved she was searching for an opportunity to make her move.
„And?” Aleks focused back on Lev, just as he was finished talking about pride and unity. The cold glare took the man by surprise. „Stop messing around. Are you really trying to take money from a brother?” This was getting ridiculous. The man had nothing to bring to the table. This meeting was nearing its end. Just to apply a little more pressure. „About those documents,” Aleks began, but Lev interrupted him. „A-are you trying to blackmail me?”
„With so many years of experience behind you, you should be able to recognize someone blackmailing you. This, on the contrary, is just a friendly proposition. Just accept our shipments without complaining, and I’ll be more than satisfied.”
An agonizing groan poured out of him. And with that, he surrendered. „And when I am satisfied, you can rest assured my father will be even more satisfied.” He offered him a hand and after a few moments of silence, the man took it. His palm was sweaty. Sign of a complete victory.
But the meeting wouldn't just end there. Aleks knew this for a fact, especially after noticing the woman leaving the bar. He turned to his companion with a friendly smile and offered him another drink - for the road. If she was waiting for him, as he assumed – he would see her again upon leaving the bar. Exactly why he needed to give her a little time to be sure meeting her won’t be just a coincidence.
After another glass was emptied, Aleks decided it was time to depart. Once again shaking Lev’s hand, he left the bar and the hotel. Just as he assumed, the woman was right there. She seemed to have problems with her umbrella. He licked his lips, she surely thought this was her chance, but it was actually an opening for him. Upon approaching her, he noticed her stature was far more elegant and beautiful to be a mere girl that is looking for some fun or easy money. There was something else going on here. And he knew exactly what to do. Right now, she was a damsel in distress.
He opened his umbrella and put it above her. „I suppose I could be your knight in a shining armor, my lady – after all, we do not want you to come home completely soaked, now do we?” He gave her a friendly smile as he tried to take a better look at her face.
What's the right term for a time between evening and going to sleep?
Indeed! I woke up and am tired already. I call shenanigans
Someone said sexy dreams? I love those. And they love me - based on how frequent they are.
Ah, random early morning rambling.
Ah, random early morning rambling.
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