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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lol terrible <333

[bornvor]

[Be insulted. All the insulted!]

Show off? I speaking fucking Russian vy glupye devushki! [Now he's just being a dick. And he called you a stupid girl. Good thing you don't look that young... he'd actually feel bad about raising his voice at you.]

[deserted]

[ the blankest, flattest stare. ]

... are you drunk, old man? [ because you sure look it, with your hobo hair and all. ]

[bornvor]

Who you calling "old"? [Hey. Hey he was younger than Nikolai! Younger than his DAD. He was young!]

[deserted]

Don't see anyone else 'round here that I'm talking to. Old man. [ said at a complete deadpan. not really because this guy looks old, but just to rile him up. ]

[bornvor]

Who the fuck you think you're calling old? [If only you were a bit younger. He would probably just tell you to mind your manners and pat you on the head and send you off.

Someone send Kirill to anger management classes.]

[deserted]

[ oh god, this guy's ridiculous. just gonna walk up and get right in your face, kirill. ]

You. You, grampa.

[ and then after a slow, scrutinizing stare, ]

-- are you some sorta mobster?

[bornvor]

[On closer inspection you're not a girl... and if you are you're super flat chested, okay? But regardless if you're a woman or not, Kirill has no qualms with playing rough. He'll push him back, finger pointing angrily, threatening.]

Better stop opening your fucking mouth, not a question you just ask people. If you're smart you'll shut up!

[deserted]

[ stumbling back a step -- then just staring at that finger pointing in his face. ]

So that's a yes. [ a sharp exhale that's almost a laugh. ] Shouldn't you be a little better at lying, if that's the case?

[bornvor]

[Kid. Kid you are on a one way ticket to being at the top of his shit list. His dad being at the very top. All women kind just under that. You can be third place.]

What point is there in denying? [And he'll sneer, a sneer that slides into a laugh. He doesn't sound happy or amused though.]

People know better than to mess with us, to not ask questions. You stick your fucking nose in things and life gets bad for you, yeah? Understand?

[deserted]

... can I ask you something?

[ well, that was easy. he's just gonna rock back on his heels, hands stuffed in his pockets, quietly watching kirill snarl -- before speaking in a completely calm deadpan. ]

Can I join? Or is it more of a Russians-only exclusive club? [ he's not even sure what he's saying, but seki's mostly just asking for a fight. ] I've heard a lot about the yakuza, but I don't know that much about the mob, so.

[bornvor]

[Well that... catches him completely off guard. Kirill looks flabbergasted, and has to take a moment before he replies.]

Nyet.

[Finally the word leaves him and he'll step back away from the boy.]

No! Did you listen to a word I said?! This is no joke you-- [Have a bit of cursing and he'll tug at his hair. What was with this kid? He almost wanted to tell him "SURE. You join, I'll leave. Everyone is happy!" but that was a lie and he knew it.]

[deserted]

'm not joking.

[ a steady step forward to match the one kirill takes back. wasn't really expecting this guy to balk. maybe a softie? ]

Must make a lot of money, judging by the shit you're wearing. For, what -- beating up a few people? [ probably a gross understatement, but he's not really thinking about what he's saying. ] I could probably do that.

[ and then another step forward. right back in kirill's face, staring at him confrontationally. ]

[bornvor]

[And he's pushing him away again, getting angrier.]

You don't fucking understand a thing, you assume what you want!

[And hey, he'll actually walk forward as he shoves at the kid, to do it again for good measure.]

You know nothing! If you just want to hurt people for money you take up boxing. [Because there was so much more to his life than just hurting people. Than just killing. While it was a big part of what his family did, there was a lot more that went on and he didn't need this boy thinking it was some easy get cash now sort of deal.

Kirill adds a snarled curse, something akin to 'little shit' and turns to walk away.]

[deserted]

[ a normal person, seki might just let go like that. but this guy's -- interesting. weird. a mobster, clearly, but very different from what he imagined. so as soon as he regains his balance, seki just reaches forward to grab a big handful of kirill's jacket and yank back. ]

So tell me, then.

[ there's a reckless curiosity in his tone of voice. he wants to know how this guy's going to answer. even if he gets punched in the mouth or something. he just pulls back a little harder at kirill's jacket. ]

Tell me what I'm assuming wrong. Or what -- are you one of the low-level lackies so you don't know what to say?

[ maybe that'd explain why this guy seems soft. ]