Canon is Eastern Promises | Apping at Abax

[bornvor]

Hey, hey. You think you could fucking pay attention for little while? You've got deadline, yeah?

I don't like missing my appointments, so don't slack on the app. [Don't mind the heavy accented Russian. Kirill looks annoyed if anything, impatient also. He could use a smoke, or hell a drink... or five. He was nervous about going to this Abax place, but Nikolai would be there so that was a plus?]

Stop "having feels" for this stupid game, Mass Effect or whatever. Get to work, bitch. [He'll make a motion with his hands to hurry his mun along. Always the gentleman with the ladies this one.]

Eto prikaz! [That's an order!]

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[justthedriver]

[ Just in the corner, sitting on the window sill with his legs drawn up to him. Looking impeccable. ]

Don't think she follows orders easy, Kirill. Might need incentive.

[bornvor]

[Nikolai can you not be perfect for one second. Please? Actually no, keep being awesome.]

What better incentive is having us as a team again, yeah? Nothing! She's just easily distracted with fucking children's games. [Someone hasn't bothered to look up what Mass Effect is. Not a kids game, Kirill. God, do your research.]

[justthedriver]

[ It's okay, Nikolai doesn't either. But he hops down from the windowsill and goes over to Kirill, clapping him on the shoulder before he steps back and lights up. ]

You're in her head, da? Make sure she thinks of nothing else but you. [ A lopsided grin, a cock of the head. ]

You are good at that, Kirill.

... did plurk die on you too?

[bornvor]

[Always touching these two. It was a must. And Nikolai's words get a big smile out of Kirill.]

Not problem, kolya, already made sure she can't keep me out of her head. Even when she's talking on and on about game she'll have Kirill in mind, no doubt there.

it did, and now it's alive again.

[justthedriver]

[ Nikolai touches a lot less. Like rationing, really. If he gives too much too soon, Kirill will start taking it for granted, and that won't do. He takes a drag of the cigarette and blows it towards the window. ]

Then you have to wait, Kiryuusha. Patience, da? She still got time.

plurk you scared me :|

[bornvor]

[And while Nikolai might ration out his touches, Kirill is more than happy to do all the touching. All the time. Like now as he moves to sling an arm around Nikolai's shoulders, giving a squeeze.]

We should drink! Good way to pass time.

... /punches it

[justthedriver]

[ Nikolai half-smiles and lets Kirill pull him close, pliant and unresisting beside him- but not encouraging either. ]

Can't remind her if you're drink, Kirill.

[bornvor]

That's what you're here for. I drink, you remind her. [And he'll laugh, giving Nikolai another squeeze and pat patting his back. He'll go peeking around for something to drink now, okay?]

[justthedriver]

[ The physical contact is something he's used to by now, so he only stands there and lets Kirill go. ]

Does that woman drink often? [ He takes another drag of the cigarette. ]

[bornvor]

Not at all. She's boring, boring as goddamn nails. [His mun drinks a little, but barely worth noting. And goddammit! Can't a man find a little booze around here in dear_mun?!]

[justthedriver]

[ Probably not. Nikolai reaches over and gently ruffles Kirill's hair, barely touching against the strands. ]

Better not drink then, Kiryuusha. Not much alcohol where you're going. [ Beat. ] Where I am.

Even fags are hard to find.

[ British meaning, but he uses the word for a reason. ]

[bornvor]

[He'll give Nikolai a little huff and a smile at first, but when he uses that word it has an instant effect on him. The smile fades a little and he's quiet, looking away.]

... heh, yeah? That right?

[Play it off Kirill. It doesn't bother you. It's not like your father flings the words around and his hate of what you are in your face all the time. A thick swallow and he'll try to manage a smile again.]

You keep me in line, kolya, da? [With his drinking that is.]

[justthedriver]

[ He knows Kirill; knows that it'll have an effect on him, which makes what Nikolai is about to do much more effective. He reaches out and rubs his knuckles gently against Kirill's cheeks. ]

Da. [ He smiles faintly. ] Don't worry. You're my Captain, Kirill. I take care of you.

[ Carrot and whip, really, with this man. ]

[bornvor]

[And it does. It's like a drug really. Nikolai gives him just enough to keep him hooked, to keep him there. A little hit and he's good. And while he smiles back at the other in the same fashion he'll harden his features and pull back a few seconds into that touch.]

Regular shining knight in armor, or knight in shining armor. Bozhje. [And he'll shake his head before giving Nikolai a light pat to the cheek in retaliation.]

Don't think I don't protect your ass too. Why you think papa keeps you around, hm? Who tells him what good driver you are, yeah? [And Kirill points to his own chest, tapping it a few times. Have to try and seem all important and like he matters. Like he has any pull or say.]

[justthedriver]

[ There's no doubt that Semyon even notices Nikolas because of his close proximity to Kirill, but saying that Kirill has any influence on his father's decisions is just delusional.

Nikolai smiles, nonetheless. ]

Da, Kirill. There's lot for you to teach. In new place, we learn from each other.

[ An insurance. To make Kirill feel better about himself so he will listen.

Nikolai cam play hin like a goddamn violin by now. ]

[bornvor]

[Kirill might try to delude himself into thinking it, but deep down he knows he has about as much say as dirt telling people not to walk on it.]

We learn while you drive, da?

[He thinks he's being funny. Shame the cars don't work in Abax. He doesn't know that.]

[justthedriver]

[ Nikolai laughs anyway. No matter how bad Kirill's jokes are, he laughs anyway. It makes Kirill feel good about himself, and that's useful, isn't it? ]

You going to bring car in, Kiryuusha?

[bornvor]

What you mean "bring in car"?

[Have a confused look.]

No cars in place?

[justthedriver]

No cars. No motorbikes either. [ Nikolai shakes his head, taking a drag of his cigarette and blowing it towards the window. ]

Piece of shit place.

[bornvor]

What sort of place is this? [Seriously. No cars or motorbikes?]

We ride horses like fucking cowboys or something? [What was he going to tell him next? No electricity? No running water?]

[justthedriver]

No goddamn horses either. [ He chuckles. ] No light either.

[ He waves a hand. ]

Piece of shit place. [ Headtilts. ] You sure, da?

[bornvor]

I thought this was a city? She said we'd in a city!

[Like a normal goddamn city! That bitch. That bitch of a mun.]

Tell me about this place then, what the hell do we have there? [A demand, he wanted to know what he was going to be getting into. And he wanted to know if his father or the vor would be there. But he didn't want to ask directly.]

[justthedriver]

She didn't lie. [ Calmly, and he reaches out to squeeze Kirill's shoulder a little, calming him with the touch. ] But city abandoned. No cars, no motorbikes, no light.

[ A beat. Then his eyes sharpen slightly. ]

No guns. No people other than poor bastards city brings in.

[ He doesn't need to say it explicitly. There's no vor, and barely anyone recognises the stars. ]

[bornvor]

[The touch has its intended effect and he relaxes.]

What sorta poor bastards?

[Kirill is sure Nikolai is hinting his father and their sort won't be there. He won't admit it, but being in a place where his father had no influence, where he could be free from him. He could care less about about not having working cars and what not, it would be worth it.]

No police?

[justthedriver]

Too many fucking Americans. [ He snorts. It's the Russian in him who remembers the Iron Curtain with perfect clarity. ]

One Russian girl. She talking to you now. Not much else.

[ A confirmation. ]