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|| Anastasyia Vulkovic: Ballerina || Age: 24 ||

[danieludinov]

“Yes, we can go to mine. If I remember right, you liked hot chocolate with cream and only the pink marshmallows.” Daniel smiled and started to walk, putting his arm around his little sister. “I don’t have a car right now so we will have to walk. Some kid stole it.”

[anavulkovic-blog]

“I haven’t had those for years. Don’t tell the mistress that I had some, she’ll make me run for miles.” She genuinely laughed, shortly, but genuine, wrapping her arm around his middle so that her head could rest against his shoulder after having picked up the umbrella she had dropped earlier, shaking off the rain before holding it above their heads. “Some kid stole it?”

[coldcalliope]

Calliope followed diligently, visibly perturbed and worried for the safety of her recently procured art. She ran through the halls, calling over to Ana as she entered the room. “Stay here!” she shouted, running inside.

She didn’t want to draw too much attention to herself, but it was far too late for that. She could always explain it away by mentioning her self-defense training. Yes, that is what she would do. 

The first man was easy enough to dispatch, but she was unwilling to spill too much blood on the floors. Luckily security rounded the corner behind the second man and tased him before Calliope could give too much away.

[anavulkovic-blog]

Call it a childish trait, but Anastasiya was way too curious to stay in the hallway, not knowing what would transpire in the room next to this one. Besides if Miss Warner needed help, she had to be there to kick someone behind the knees, did she not?

But help wasn’t necessary, instead when she peaked around the corner she watched how she kicked down the first man, the second one being tased down. Her eyes went from the people to the artwork, seeing how they had already began carving out the artwork. Smart. Taking away the entire thing would’ve sound the alarm, this would have lowered the value by just a few grand. Still enough to make a year of salary. 

“Nice kick, Miss Warner.” She quietly said, stepping into the room. “You think you can teach me that?” It was asked in a teasing matter of course. She couldn’t risk getting an injury, not with her ballet career.

[danieludinov]

“it’s not exactly legal, what I do.”she was right, there couldn’t be any secrets to this new start.“I’m an assassin for a group called the Revelations. The leader is called Amando, and he knows about my past. I’d like you to meet him. I don’t want you involved in the Revelations business but I want to protect you from… The other people out there. If you’re staying in my life that needs to happen. People die, Ana, and they have died.”

[anavulkovic-blog]

She stared at him as he talked about what he did. This Revelation group meant nothing to her, and she had no idea what he had himself involved in. She just figured from his ‘illegal’ talk that it wasn’t good. “Who are these other people?” She asked him, pressing her lips together when he mentioned people having died. “Can we talk about this in private? Out of the rain?”

[lightning-cries]

“I’m truly sorry about that, but you can’t tell me you found this shirt online.” There is nothing that good on the internet. Nothing.

[anavulkovic-blog]

“I didn’t find it online, it was given to me by one of my roommates. It was in this Chanel store.”

[coldcalliope]

Calliope had two options: either she handled it herself and risked blowing her cover, or she could call the museum security and wait for them to arrive. There were few paintings in the museum, thankfully, and most of the museum was filled with large installations– but, even so, it was a frustrating predicament to be in. 

Pulling out her two-way radio, Calliope alerted security of the threat and looked back at Ana. “Take me to it. Run, now!” she shouted. 

[anavulkovic-blog]

Ana didn’t think twice, turning on her heel to run through the art gallery. By now she knew every hall and every corridor like the back of her hand so she dodged every statue and other obstacle to reach the hallway. “They’re in there! There’s two of them!”

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[danieludinov]

“I don’t want you to know Daniel. He’s… different. He’s dangerous.” Daniel lowered his voice. “I’m work with a group of people, I know I said security but it’s a bit different. We’re trying to stop a war.” 

[anavulkovic-blog]

“Isn’t that what you did in Russia?” She quietly asked, stepping closer so he wouldn’t have to speak out loud. “Don’t lie to me, Dmitri.If we want a fresh start.. Do not let there be any lies.”

[danieludinov]

“I don’t want to. I don’t want to show you a reason to leave. I want you to be part of my life but I’m scared you will get hurt.” 

[anavulkovic-blog]

“Honestly, I don’t think I can get hurt more than I already have. I don’t know whether to forget the past fifteen years or if I should still be wary of you leaving without a word, but I want to know about your life, Dmitri. I want to know about Daniel.”

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[danieludinov]

“Politics in Rome is complicated.” Daniel let go of Ana’s face and looked down at the floor. “I don’t want you to disappear from my life again.”

[anavulkovic-blog]

“Should I do my research?” She pondered, moving her head in a way she could see his face as he looked down, making it hard for him to avoid her. “Give me a reason to leave.”

[danieludinov]

“Just be careful, Ana, please. I am involved with some of these people.” He didn’t want her getting on the wrong side of Salvatore… Or bump into the German assassin from the Marriott. 

[anavulkovic-blog]

“What do you mean, Dmitri?” She had obviously caught on to what he said, and how he had said it. Concern had lingered in his voice and it was something she didn’t like. “What will happen once we walk away from each other?”

[danieludinov]

“They call me Daniel here. I work… for a man called Amando. In security, kind of.” He wanted to tell her but there was something about all of this that didn’t seem right. If they were caught together by anybody, or seen by one of the other ballerinas they were sure to recognise him, weren’t they?

“I would love to see you dance, Ana.”

[anavulkovic-blog]

“Daniel..” It would take some getting used to, but she would remember. “Security? Isn’t he supposed to do this background check on you then?” What did she know. She was just a naive little girl, she trusted him, whatever he said. 

“Our final performance is Friday. After that we’re practising for the next tour, after Italy has a new president we’ll perform for him, or her. I don’t know.”

[danieludinov]

Daniel hesitated. He wanted Ana back in his life but he didn’t want her to be a part of this world. 

“I have secrets here. Secrets I don’t want to tell people.” He started, but the news that she was here with the Bolshoi… With the ballet. “You’re still dancing.” 

[anavulkovic-blog]

“Oh... Of who you are?” She nodded, it was understandable. She would probably have done the same, it just seemed strange to her now. “I can pretend to be someone else. Russians taking care of Russians.” She shrugged, wrapping her arms around her small frame. “Da. After we were released from suspicion I enlisted and they took me in.”

[danieludinov]

Daniel put his hands on either side of her face and looked at her closely, wiping her tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. 

“Njet.” Daniel shook his head. “There is someone… sort of. She’s a doctor here. She was my doctor. Mikaela. But I haven’t seen her for a while. What about you? You can’t be here by yourself?”

[anavulkovic-blog]

“Can I meet her?” She asked, her lips twitching into a smile shortly, but there was also the sadness that her brother had remained alone for so long, this doctor better make him happy. “I’m here with the Bolshoi.”

[danieludinov]

Daniel held onto her tightly, something he thought he would never do again in his life. God he’d missed this; his old life. But now they were in Rome, and this was his new life… His new life with the Revelations and he didn’t want her to be around this. 

“Are you with anyone else? Mother, father?” 

[anavulkovic-blog]

“Njet. I’m alone.” She breathed, closing her arms tighter around his neck. She was perhaps as naive as before, not realising how bad things were here in Rome. She knew how to protect herself, but the only downside to that was needing a gun for it. Mikhail had taught her how to fire one and her aim wasn’t a bad one either, but she wasn’t going to get a gun through airport security, not that she thought she needed one. Surely Rome was safer than Moscow, wasn’t it? 

Slowly she untangled herself from him, her eyes stuck on him as if to memorize his features for if he would disappear for another fifteen years. “Did you start a family of your own?”

[danieludinov]

“I’m sorry, Ana…” Maybe he could have contacted her, but he didn’t want to risk anything. He didn’t want to get caught. Was that selfish? Daniel pulled her close to him and held her in a long embrace. He wanted to care for her now, he wanted to stop the pain. 

“I wish I could have helped. I didn’t know…” 

“Why are you in Rome?”

[anavulkovic-blog]

The moment he held onto her she gave in, trying to hold in the wave of tears but after his words she cried out loud, wrapping her arms around him in a desperate try of clinging onto him. Despite the salty smell of the rain, he still smelled like she remembered, a trusting and warm scent that had slowly faded away from his shirts and vests that she took upon herself to wear in secrecy, out of the eye of her parents and brothers. Her mind spun trying to figure out what to say, but no words came out.

[danieludinov]

“I was as good as dead! They were going to kill me if they caught me. I had to go - I had no choice. I couldn’t come by and say goodbye!” He’d never argued with her before, and this was killing him. He didn’t even care why she was in Rome now, this was his opportunity to explain himself. 

“But mother and father believe that I killed him for no reason. There was no attempt to get me back. Did you really think I could go home?” 

[anavulkovic-blog]

“You could’ve contacted me!” She cried but eventually her struggling became silent, her body trembling only from the sadness that welled in her bones, her red eyes peering up at him through the rain. “I needed you, Dmitri.” she pleaded, her hands loosening, no longer allowing her nails to dig into her skin. “They told me stories, what you did. But every night I wished you would climb through my window and free me from the prison I was in. You’re Dmitri, my big brother. You could’ve done anything.”