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]

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. ]

[bornvor]

[That gets a snort from him. He's used to not being the majority as it was, so it will be just like home in that sense. Just instead of Brits they'll have more Americans. He's not sure which is worse.]

Hard to talk to someone when they don't talk back.

[And it's all the confirmation he needs. This Abax place is sounding better and better by the minute.]

[justthedriver]

[ He shrugs a little. ]

Give time. [ Beat. ] Maybe.

[ He glances at Kirill for a moment. ]

Good place, da? [ Gently. ]

[bornvor]

Maybe. [A shrug.]

Depends. Not sleeping in the dirt are we?

[justthedriver]

Nah.

I got place. [ Beat. ] Not much different from apartment back home.

[ Nikolai's apartment in Britain is a shithole. ]

[bornvor]

Familiarity breeds comfort. [And he'll snort.]

Or some shit like that. Better than dirt I guess. [He'll take it! Also, living with Nikolai best thing ever y/y?]

[justthedriver]

Don't know that saying. [ He does, but it'll probably make Kirill feel better if he knows something Nikolai doesn't. ]

Better than outside also. Cold. Not as cold as Russia, but still cold.

[bornvor]

Learn something new, huh? I'm a regular fucking teacher, yeah? [He'll teach you your ABCs too, Nikolai.]

Rather be little cold than hot, fucking heat is bullshit. He likes to wear his leather coat and stuff man. Can't do that in the sticky heat.]

Besides, you have blankets and shit, da? [Or hey, hey we could like... you know... body heat, Nikolai. I hear that is good for keeping warm. And stuff.]

[justthedriver]

[ ... Body heat, huh. Kirill that excuse ran out something like twenty years ago. What are you.

Nikolai chuckles. ]

Da. Not that cold. Don't rain as much as London.

[ A beat, and he reaches out and rubs his knuckles over the curve of Kirill's shoulder. ] You promised me to show me stuff. You still doing that?

[bornvor]

[Desperate. Very. Desperate.]

Good, look forward to not getting sick then. [Because fuck the rain and shit, that constant dampness gave him the sniffles. Nikolai, you're going to have Kirill overdosed on touches here. Not that he minds. In fact he'll lean in close, nudging their shoulders together, because he wanted more.]

Yeah yeah, just uh, don't tell papa if he shows up in city or something. Not until I okay with him, just between you and me, Nikolai, da?

[justthedriver]

[ ... Kirill. Eventually they're going to Do Something in Abax about that desperation, isn't he?

Nikolai doesn't reciprocate the touches, but he doesn't pull away either. He turns to Kirill and gives him a small smile. ]

Da, Kirill. Da. [ A pause, and he smiles- a reassuring little thing, as if to say, don't worry about Semyon, you leave him to me.

What he actually says is: ]

I learn fast. Impress pakhan if he comes, yeah?