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Trip to Ibiza, July 2018

By Flannery Underwood

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The city never changes, not really, or at least that was what her mother had told her when she was a child. Ive hadn't been back home in longer than she could remember but it still welcomed her with open arms. She had forgone going home immediately deciding to check into a hotel so she could get a little rest when she first landed. Now she was making the rounds to her old haunts after napping most of the day. Her brothers had extended an invitation to a family dinner and planned on surprising their parents with her presence. The youngest of the Kuzmin family was considered a prodigal child at this point by many of the people she encountered.

Ive was surprised with she found out the bar and its underground fight club was still open. It had apparently been acquired by the family a few years back. The doorman recognized her after she flashed him her idea allowing her inside without so much as a backward glass. Time had given her the chance to settle into a face that looked more and more like her mother's every day so she understood the confusion. Settling herself at the corner of the bar she turned to watch a fight that was going on in the ring.

"Thanks, Nikita glad to know they still have you pouring out the best here." She said thanking the long-time bartender as she placed down her drink.

"I don't have anywhere else to go this is my home. I didn't recognize it until you flashed this old ID." The woman joked before becoming more serious. "Does Ivan know you're here, kid?"

"I-Ivan? I thought he left. He was supposed to get out of here." She replied immediately feeling sick. The reason she had run out of here like a bat out of hell was because of that boy. Ive had really cared for him but they were like poison to each other. So she'd left rather than destroy him in her attempt to be seen.

"Speak of the devil." Said Nikita nodding her head towards the entrance.

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Ive had been taught how to sew by the third-generation owner of the local suit shop. So she had jumped at the idea of sitting in on a fitting for the men of her family after going shopping with her mother. She had picked a rather simple dress and picked up some odds and ends at the fabric shop to make it her own. Ive refused to hole herself up and wallow in self-pity. This was her home and she refused to allow herself to hide. The main reason she had even left the house was that her bedroom was a tomb to that time in her life. She had requested all those things be boxed up and moved to the attic. Ive did not want to see the smiling face of the boy turned man who always knew what he would become.

Sitting comfortably in the back of the shop facing the fitting rooms she voted on the outfits they would be wearing. Sending them away with notes or a frown which each unflattering suit they put on.

“You will not look like mourners this time. There is no reason to wear black.” Ive complained as she sent her youngest brother Vlad back to try on another suit. After almost an hour she was engrossed in matching ties with cufflinks. Try as she might her mind would drift back to him…back to Ivan. She was almost too afraid to ask about the time she had been away. Not wanting to know things that would further damage her image of him. Not that it could get worse.

The bell of the door rang the tailor’s grandson greeted someone enthusiastically. Her heart skipped a beat at the familiar voice that answered. Fingers pausing in her task of helping with tie pins and cuff links. They were running into each other sooner than she had expected. There had been no time for her to gather her thoughts only deflect her feelings and how this was affecting her. She could feel her family watching her for signs that it was time to leave but she flashed them a quick smile instead. Ive was not a child who ran away from her problems. She decided she would listen to him if only just for a little while.

A light buzz, a plan to see a friend before the party and a new suit felt right. Clear his head and let himself relax before the party, he figured she would be an ice queen to him, no one would blame her. As he entered the shop a wide grin broke over his face as the men shook hands, both spoke in quick Russian for a few moments. Seeing a small group in the back he tried to tell himself it couldn’t be them, not the same brothers he had watch sweep his sister away the night before. Lead around the front he was shown a few dress shirts to try on, then pants, all slowly making their way toward the group on their way to fitting.

Seeing her working his eyes lingered only for a moment or two as the shopkeep spoke, excited to dress the man again. How long it had been. Lead to the dressing room he kept this eyes forward, he was liable to do something stupid with a little alcohol in his system. Ducking into the room he stripped off his shirt trying one on, with no mirror in the stalls he stepped out with the shirt on over a fresh pair of slacks. His eyes scanning over the fit, it was too tight, his shoulders had groan rather broad.

He stole a glance in the mirror at her, at that point the man could have put him in a clown suit and he wouldn’t have known. The shop keep seemed pleased, he wasn’t convinced, “You still hate when I wear red, yes?”

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It took everything in her not to look at him when he came to the back of the shop shirts in hand. Ive continued to finish pairing their accessories and sent them to get undressed while she picked a few more tie options. Her brothers were the type to wear the same thing a few times so might as well get different colors and styles of accompaniments. She sighed when he spoke to her looking up from the fabric book Ive nearly choked when she looked at him. Managing to plaster on a smile she rose to her feet and approached him.

"You shouldn't base your fashion decisions on what I like. Right now I don't like anything about you." Ive mused as she accepted the measuring tape from the tailor as he stepped away to find a bigger shirt. She was all business as she measured him and took careful notes in a nearby book. Andrea the tailor was nothing if not thorough when it comes to the clothing he put people in. "Coming from a nonattached third party you always looked good in red. Like fresh blood on snow in the wintertime when you lost the summer tan and then like red wine under candlelight in those summer months. And I thought it made you look like a gangster. But that's what you are so it doesn't really matter now does?"

Ive stepped away from him then as her family exited the fitting room and filed upfront to pay. Andrea approached with a few shirt options and cufflinks in hand again a knowing look on his face. She handed Ivan a black shirt with a serene look on her face.

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The city never changes, not really, or at least that was what her mother had told her when she was a child. Ive hadn't been back home in longer than she could remember but it still welcomed her with open arms. She had forgone going home immediately deciding to check into a hotel so she could get a little rest when she first landed. Now she was making the rounds to her old haunts after napping most of the day. Her brothers had extended an invitation to a family dinner and planned on surprising their parents with her presence. The youngest of the Kuzmin family was considered a prodigal child at this point by many of the people she encountered.

Ive was surprised with she found out the bar and its underground fight club was still open. It had apparently been acquired by the family a few years back. The doorman recognized her after she flashed him her idea allowing her inside without so much as a backward glass. Time had given her the chance to settle into a face that looked more and more like her mother's every day so she understood the confusion. Settling herself at the corner of the bar she turned to watch a fight that was going on in the ring.

"Thanks, Nikita glad to know they still have you pouring out the best here." She said thanking the long-time bartender as she placed down her drink.

"I don't have anywhere else to go this is my home. I didn't recognize it until you flashed this old ID." The woman joked before becoming more serious. "Does Ivan know you're here, kid?"

"I-Ivan? I thought he left. He was supposed to get out of here." She replied immediately feeling sick. The reason she had run out of here like a bat out of hell was because of that boy. Ive had really cared for him but they were like poison to each other. So she'd left rather than destroy him in her attempt to be seen.

"Speak of the devil." Said Nikita nodding her head towards the entrance.

bryonysweetpoison

Ive had been taught how to sew by the third-generation owner of the local suit shop. So she had jumped at the idea of sitting in on a fitting for the men of her family after going shopping with her mother. She had picked a rather simple dress and picked up some odds and ends at the fabric shop to make it her own. Ive refused to hole herself up and wallow in self-pity. This was her home and she refused to allow herself to hide. The main reason she had even left the house was that her bedroom was a tomb to that time in her life. She had requested all those things be boxed up and moved to the attic. Ive did not want to see the smiling face of the boy turned man who always knew what he would become.

Sitting comfortably in the back of the shop facing the fitting rooms she voted on the outfits they would be wearing. Sending them away with notes or a frown which each unflattering suit they put on.

"You will not look like mourners this time. There is no reason to wear black." Ive complained as she sent her youngest brother Vlad back to try on another suit. After almost an hour she was engrossed in matching ties with cufflinks. Try as she might her mind would drift back to him...back to Ivan. She was almost too afraid to ask about the time she had been away. Not wanting to know things that would further damage her image of him. Not that it could get worse.

The bell of the door rang the tailor's grandson greeted someone enthusiastically. Her heart skipped a beat at the familiar voice that answered. Fingers pausing in her task of helping with tie pins and cuff links. They were running into each other sooner than she had expected. There had been no time for her to gather her thoughts only deflect her feelings and how this was affecting her. She could feel her family watching her for signs that it was time to leave but she flashed them a quick smile instead. Ive was not a child who ran away from her problems. She decided she would listen to him if only just for a little while.

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@mr-txrgenev

The city never changes, not really, or at least that was what her mother had told her when she was a child. Ive hadn't been back home in longer than she could remember but it still welcomed her with open arms. She had forgone going home immediately deciding to check into a hotel so she could get a little rest when she first landed. Now she was making the rounds to her old haunts after napping most of the day. Her brothers had extended an invitation to a family dinner and planned on surprising their parents with her presence. The youngest of the Kuzmin family was considered a prodigal child at this point by many of the people she encountered.

Ive was surprised with she found out the bar and its underground fight club was still open. It had apparently been acquired by the family a few years back. The doorman recognized her after she flashed him her idea allowing her inside without so much as a backward glass. Time had given her the chance to settle into a face that looked more and more like her mother's every day so she understood the confusion. Settling herself at the corner of the bar she turned to watch a fight that was going on in the ring.

"Thanks, Nikita glad to know they still have you pouring out the best here." She said thanking the long-time bartender as she placed down her drink.

"I don't have anywhere else to go this is my home. I didn't recognize it until you flashed this old ID." The woman joked before becoming more serious. "Does Ivan know you're here, kid?"

"I-Ivan? I thought he left. He was supposed to get out of here." She replied immediately feeling sick. The reason she had run out of here like a bat out of hell was because of that boy. Ive had really cared for him but they were like poison to each other. So she'd left rather than destroy him in her attempt to be seen.

"Speak of the devil." Said Nikita nodding her head towards the entrance.

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"You're right. Which should let you know I'm not in the mood to deal with your crap." Ive hissed freezing shen he invaded her space to reach out to touch her. Her skin heated up instantly and her heart skipped a beat. No...he didn't get to make her feel confused and hurt like this. She swallowed heavily when he finally stpped back into the bar. Ive's brother bundled her into the car treating her like glass that would break if it was handled to roughly. She managed to keep hersel together until they reached home and she saw her parents. A terrible reminder that they had known as well.

Her father Grisha tried to speak to her having no doubt been warned in advance. Of course he had known the boy Ivan was supposed to take his fathers place in the family. But he never had the heart to admit the truth and eventually break the heart of his youngest child.

"Ive dear-." He began

"What? Are you going to give me some sorry excuse to absolve your self in this? Tell me it was to keep me safe? Please enlighten me Papa." She said tears finally welling up as her anger faded into sadness. Ive had pushed herself to be better not only just because this wasn't the life she had wanted for herself. But because she somewhere in the back of her mind she had wanted more for him. It hadn't mattered if they ended up together, if Ivan moved half way across the world and they never saw each other aagain. This life had not been what she wanted for him and no his hands were no doubt already covered in blood. "W-Why....why did he lie?"

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Ive ended up crying herself to sleep and waking up in her old bedroom. The walls and shelves lined with flashes of a different girl and another life. When she got downstairs to eat breakefast the chef let her know an invitation had come down for a party. Some fancy year end thing to bring the families together. Grisha wanted her to know she didn't have to go but she needed closer. Or she would never know any peace. Of course that didn't mean she didn't plan on causing trouble in the meantime.

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@mr-txrgenev

The city never changes, not really, or at least that was what her mother had told her when she was a child. Ive hadn't been back home in longer than she could remember but it still welcomed her with open arms. She had forgone going home immediately deciding to check into a hotel so she could get a little rest when she first landed. Now she was making the rounds to her old haunts after napping most of the day. Her brothers had extended an invitation to a family dinner and planned on surprising their parents with her presence. The youngest of the Kuzmin family was considered a prodigal child at this point by many of the people she encountered.

Ive was surprised with she found out the bar and its underground fight club was still open. It had apparently been acquired by the family a few years back. The doorman recognized her after she flashed him her idea allowing her inside without so much as a backward glass. Time had given her the chance to settle into a face that looked more and more like her mother's every day so she understood the confusion. Settling herself at the corner of the bar she turned to watch a fight that was going on in the ring.

"Thanks, Nikita glad to know they still have you pouring out the best here." She said thanking the long-time bartender as she placed down her drink.

"I don't have anywhere else to go this is my home. I didn't recognize it until you flashed this old ID." The woman joked before becoming more serious. "Does Ivan know you're here, kid?"

"I-Ivan? I thought he left. He was supposed to get out of here." She replied immediately feeling sick. The reason she had run out of here like a bat out of hell was because of that boy. Ive had really cared for him but they were like poison to each other. So she'd left rather than destroy him in her attempt to be seen.

"Speak of the devil." Said Nikita nodding her head towards the entrance.

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Nikita made a hand gesture to the arena cleaners to get Chekov out of the way. The woman hadn't lived as long as she had without making a few men angry. Never at the caliber of Ivan but she wouldn't allow herself to be afraid. She wasn't the one who lied to the girl turned woman they had nicknamed the Witch or Baba Yaga for her temper.

Outside Ive was reaming her two of her elder brothers both of them wearing twin looks of discomfort and shame. They had never meant to lie even if it was by omission to their baby sister. Having her crossed with them after all this time of not seeing her soured the once jovial mood. Mieczyslaw the oldest tensed as he saw a not so pleased Ivan approaching them from the bar entrance. There was mutual respect between the two families and an old pack that kept them from infighting. But Iveliss was different or at least the old her was...not bound by such rules and there was no way of knowing how she would react.

Ive sighed when she heard the familiar rough grate of his voice as he spoke in his mother tongue. When she was younger that was though a little higher voice was like a warm touch down her spine but now it reminded her of wasted time and lies.

"Turgenev, my family lives here. Of course, I'd come back one day. I see you never left." She bit out as she rounded on him dark eyes burning holes into him. Novel reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder in warning. Ive shrugged him off as he and Mieczy were only slightly in a better situation than Ivan. "It is nothing...and you don't know me. Not anymore and I'd thank you to stop talking to me with such familiarity

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