alexei volkov

35 . hitman / body cleaner . associate 

[franciscoxjavier-deactivated201]

Everybody was Zombie Fightin’

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franciscoxjavier:

Mr. Volkov.

Great.

He took in the crowd that came in and then Volkov, his frown deepening. He really, really didn’t need to waste ammo, and considering the circumstances he had bigger problems than Alexei Volkov to worry about. But the cocky grin on the man’s face was almost too much for Francisco to handle right now.

He was so close to shooting Alexei, but refrained. Because attacking Alexei would mean he would need to waste two more bullets taking out the goons he had with him.

So, he just shoved past. He wasn’t going to humor Alexei with a response.

“Wh-where are you going?” Edric was quick to follow the other asset, concern etched into his features. “Are you coming with us? To the compound.” Seoirse stopped the boy, arm snapping out in front of him, holding him in place. The taller male’s head dipped down to whisper into the teen’s ear, the boy’s nose wrinkling in response. “But we need him, he’s the one who fixes things.”

“Edric...” Seoirse started, but clamped his lips down when Alexei joined them, one gloved hand held up to silence the asset. 

Cold eyes flickered from the two raven haired men to Francisco’s retreating form. “The kid’s right, Yanez.” Alexei stated, pushing past Edric (his medic and drug developer) and Seoirse (his soon to be weapons supplier), to follow after the older male. “We could use a guy like you...”

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Everybody was Zombie Fightin’

There was really little on Francisco’s mind other than finding Ian. Having already checked Ezra off of his ‘Is this or that person alive’ list when he stocked up on fire arms. All things considered he was pretty well covered, his work pants and shirt were thick, boots steel toed and heavy, and he kept on his welding gear that covered his face and hands. Still, he was staying as quiet as he could, as he scaled the walls of this creepy ass tower.

Fuck this shit –

At the noise behind him he spun on his heels, facing whoever was approaching him and pointing his gun at the man’s forehead, finger on the trigger.

“You know how close I was to putting a bullet between your eyes, asshole?”

The person looked human but he didn’t lower his gun, not yet.

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Edric dropped the axe in his hands the moment he saw a gun pointed at him. He was visibly shaking, breath ragged as if he just had been running, which he had. “Mr. Volkov!” The teen called out, shouting over the sound of nearing gun fire. Moments later, the gunfire ceased, and along with a few assets, associates, and goons, Alexei appeared. 

He didn’t look the slightest bit worried nor upset about their current circumstances. In fact, he looked to be having fun, a cocky grin stretched across his lips, and it didn’t waver upon seeing Francisco but grew instead. 

“Well, look at you.” Alexei gestured with his gun, pushing Edric behind him with his other hand. “You’re all dressed up.”

[alexei--volkov]

phone call >>> alexei

Luther: Yeaaaahhhhhh.... So you're unclaiming the twins?

Alexei: You literally wasted time you could have spent looking for the real mole just to frame me.

Alexei: Honestly, I expected this from Carson, not from you.

Alexei: I'll talk to them, remember?

Alexei: If they want me to unclaim them, I'll do it.

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phone call >>> alexei

Luther: Yes.

Alexei: You. Framed me. (Which could have gotten me killed.)

Alexei: OVER A GODDAMN SLAVE?

Alexei: ...

Alexei: Next time one hits me and spits in my face, I'll just report them to Bellamy so he can amputate one of their limbs.

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phone call >>> alexei

Luther: [heavy sigh] Because you beat up Francisco. Then you also started acting weird.

Alexei: ...

Alexei: This is because of Yanez?

Alexei: /Seriously?/

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phone call >>> alexei

Luther: Oh my God. You're getting what you want, so just clarify shit and I'll comply. Jesus fucking Christ.

Alexei: I want the truth about why you stuck me in a box and told your godfather I was the mole.

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phone call >>> alexei

Luther: Dude, you're overestimating me.

Alexei: Then it looks like the only option you have is apologizing to me in exchange for Salinger.

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phone call >>> alexei

Luther: Truth about what?

Alexei: Don't play dumb, Luther. You know /exactly/ what I'm talking about.

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phone call >>> alexei

Luther: I thought you were only giving me Salinger. Forget it. Yes, I'll take both of them.

Alexei: Salinger for an apology, yes. Salinger /and/ Marlowe for the truth. Which is it? Will you be giving me an apology or the truth?

[alexei--volkov]

phone call >>> alexei

Luther: I'm out for work all day. Will my voice do?

Alexei: Fine. I take it this is about Salinger and Marlowe?

[alexei--volkov]

[text]: okay, lets meet up. i'm sorry

[Alexei]: Be at my office in 30.

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ghost-with-no-name:

Felix wouldn’t say that he loved Uncle Boris, but he did feel loyal to him. Had felt loyal to him for fifteen years, the sort of loyal that he couldn’t have disobeyed even if he’d wanted to, by the end. Of all of the handlers in Seraya Kletka, Handler Volkov had almost been a soft touch – Felix distinctly remembered a few Christmas days where Boris had slipped the younger kids some extra food, followed up with threats of dismemberment if they told anybody.

But getting to know Boris outside of the cell, well, Felix kinda liked him. He was hilarious.

“Привет, дядя борис,” he chirped, glancing over at the bears in the background. It took real, physical effort, every time, to not address him as Handler Volkov and go all soldier. “Захватывающе? На самом деле, нет. Алексей был злой для меня, но это не ново. Это медвежонок, которого я вижу на заднем плане?”

“Это на другой стороне компьютера, я скоро его получу.” The old man waved off the question. A look of concern having crossed Boris’ face at the mention of Alexei’s current emotional state, his eyes swiveling to scrutinize his nephew. “Алексей, это правда? Ты злишься на своего маленького кузена?”

The associate’s lips thinned at the familial title his uncle had given the younger male, taking another long sip of his vodka before responding. “Я злюсь, потому что кто-то пытается украсть одно из приобретенных мной активов, а Феликс хочет им помочь.” Alexei scowled at the blond asset beside him. “Этот ублюдок, который пытался изобразить меня как крота, тот, кому он хочет помочь.”

“Что?“ Boris gasped, a hand pressing against his chest, his gaze now turning to Felix for an explanation.

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kinglutherofsousa:

“Well, since they have it all under control I don’t see why they need my help. Bye, Volkov.”

“Because that headache involved you wailing like a five year old little girl and one irritated Bellamy MacNamara. But fine, this at least means the guards they’ll have won’t be reporting back to me that you’ve been attempting to contact them.” He turned, moving to exit Luther’s aquatic home. “Have fun drying your penthouse, Sousa.” 

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kinglutherofsousa:

“Please. If you cared so much about what they want we wouldn’t be having this conversation in the first place.”

“The last time I did something without asking them, they both threw a fit. Gave me one hell of a headache.” Alexei explained. Glancing down at his wrist, the hitman sighed. “Look I have things to do. Think it over, and get back to me with your answer say... tomorrow evening?”

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i-am-not-marlowe:

Salinger gave a noncommittal hum at that, laying Alexei’s tie across a table before moving to un-tuck his shirt. “What does that mean for me?” 

“I won’t be making you assist me in disposing bodies.” The blond replied, licking his bottom lip as Salinger went for his shirt. “And, if you want, I’m willing to talk to Luther.” He set the bottle down on the coffee table, his hands joining Salinger’s in unbuttoning his shirt. “An apology in exchange for your release.”

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taliesinmistry:

“You shut your fucking mouth, Fargo. I could have the bubonic plague and I’d still be more attractive than you.” Taliesin pulled the sleeves of his shirt down and folded his arms, his brown furrowed as he leant on the wall. He was incapable of reeling himself in when he was on a come down. He hated the world and everyone in it. 

“Oh, sure you are.” Alexei chuckled, balancing the box in one arm as he pulled out his phone. He swiped out a message to the guards with his thumb. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today.” The phone was tucked into his pocket, his hand then reaching out to press the button for the floor two stories above the one they had just passed. The elevator stopped, the doors opening to reveal a pair of guards. “Basement for that one. Disrespecting an associate.” He stated, gesturing towards the asset with a cock of his head. 

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kinglutherofsousa:

“I want both of them unclaimed & a promise not to claim them ever again. What do you want for that?”

“If that’s what they want... fine. The truth for the twins.”