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#𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐘𝐀.   ORIGINAL   CHARACTER   MISHKA   “призрак”   CHERNYKH,   former   spetsnaz   operator   &   bratva   inheritor.

A   STUDY   IN    the   family   business,   being   mourned   while   you   still   breathe,   the   proverbial   black   sheep,   a   child   soldier,   the   diary   of   a   wounded   dog,   tracking   each   kill   with   a   scar   on   flesh,   returning   to   a   place   you   promised   you   never   would,   sleek   black   garb   upon   gaunt   frame,   &   the   familiarity   of   carbon   steel   weighing   heavy   in   your   palm.

𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:       CARRD,        PLAYLIST,        PINTEREST.

[mafiya]

hi. i’m back. but here instead.

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Bjorn Andresen dans “Midsommar” d'Ari Aster (2019), mai 2020.

[mafiya]

weh sniffle crying about the parallel between mishka loving to eat and being very muscular & healthy during his time in the military, and then withering away to nearly nothing once he flees and returns to his family's crime syndicate. he stops enjoying food. the pain of the military being better for mishka than his own blood.

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mishka voiceclaim just dropped ...

[mafiya]

   EYES   STUDY   @phantomrot CAREFULLY,    SHARP   FEATURES   PULLED   TIGHT   IN   THE   FIRELIT   TRENCH.    mishka   knows   all   too   well   what   lies   under   flesh,   convincingly   human,   capable   of   doing   the   unexpected.   his   squadmates’   stares   nail   him   to   his   place   on   his   side   as   canines   bite   through   stale   borodino   bread   [   which   is   then   unceremoniously   washed   down   with   water    ━━━    greedily,   wetting   his   beard   &   the   dirt   beneath   his   elbows   ]. 

" if you control what people believe, you control the world. "

   〝    pure   democracy.    〞  the   flatness   of   mishka’s   voice   is   as   if   the   life   has   been   drained   out   of   him,   his   skin   crawling   akin   to   maggots   feasting   on   his   visceral   unease;   nearly   unfolding   like   a   nightmare,   though   the   mental   scene   is   interrupted   by   the   rather   unappealing   food   spilling   crumbs   from   his   mouth   with   each   breath.

   〝    you   would   be   better   in   office   instead   of   playing   soldier.    〞

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[samuelroukin]

BARRY SLOANE as Joe 'Bear' Graves in SIX (2017—2018) Episode 2.02 Ghosts

[mafiya]

im obsessed with the concept of mishka learning about love so late into his life. in his sixties and absolutely oblivious to someone flirting with him or trying to develop a relationship ... what can you really expect from a guy who was a child soldier at ten years old and was in the military from then up until he was sixty :pensive:

[mafiya]

" one wrong move, and i'll put a hole through you. ”

  〝    TEMPER,   TEMPER.    〞    mishka,   such   a   splendid   &   expensive   -   looking   beast,   peers   down   the   barrel   of   @finalslay's pulse   rifle.   sleek   black   wear   bends   along   the   length   of   protruding   spine   as   he   redirects   the   gun’s   muzzle   aside   with   his   hand,   [   already   having   suffered   its   shoulderstock   to   his   nose,   an   incarnadine   smear   upon   his   cupid’s   bow,   ]    unemotional   &   composed   as   an   abandoned   chrysalis   despite   the   brewing   danger.    after   being   trapped   inside   his   dirty   cage   of   skin   his   sternum   finally   manages   to   sink   beneath   the   weight   of   a   heavy   breath.   serpent   -   like,   mishka   slips   from   reach   of   touch   by   hands,   and   seats   himself   on   the   sharp   edge   of   his   desk,   aged   features   remaining   quietly   pensive.   shoved   into   one   of   the   drawers   long   ago   still   lies   a   heavy   hunting   knife   the   crimelord   used   on   musk   deer,   up   in   the   siberian   mountains   a   prior   twenty   years   when   he   was   far   past   tasting   the   war   &   survival.

  〝    you   must   start   crushing   the   heads   of   bigger   snakes,   morrison    …       〞

[storms-are-evil]

The Most Beautiful Boy in the World (2021)

[mafiya]

i shant lie … he is younger mishka to me

[rpstartersinc]

* 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘: 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈.

feel free to change pronouns / wording! spoiler warning.

" patrol boat, 2 o'clock, get under. "

" keep it quiet. "

" your plan was perfect. "

" plans depend on execution. "

" simple is best... until it's not. "

" power is held by those who seize it. "

" if it was a problem, you should have dealt with it! "

" there are no debts here... only loyalty. "

" i've done everything you've asked. "

" they're hunting for ya, stay low. "

" peace through strength. "

" knife's not gonna be enough. "

" i like your style. "

" you did what needed to be done. "

" you wasted precious time. "

" timing is everything. "

" everyone should own their mistakes. "

" a lie flies, while the truth... it only crawls. "

" if you control what people believe, you control the world. "

" you beat the gas but you still need some time to recover. "

" was worried your face was gonna melt off like those other poor bastards. "

" you ask me, it'd be an improvement. "

" how you getting in there alive? "

" head on a swivel, old man. "

" my weapons are my business. "

" these are very dangerous men. "

" we are all dangerous. "

" i never want to lie to you, but i can't tell you everything. "

" i hope you'll trust me. "

" silent and violent. "

" they know we're here. "

" there has to be a way to disarm it. "

" could go upside down quickly. "

" i specialise in upside down. "

" keep a low profile. "

" hard to walk onto an enemy base without a gun ready. "

" he took one for the team. "

" i'm impressed but... not surprised. "

" i'm giving you everything we know. "

" the opponent of my opponent is my ally. "

" people are dying down there. "

" how do we know we're safe? "

" you have a beautiful family. "

" family is everything. "

" no, no, no, please, there are more - "

" you exceeded my expectations today. "

" somebody beat us here. "

" there's at least twenty guns holding that area. "

" what do you need from me? "

" if only we could kill them all twice... "

" try not to get caught this time. "

" i should've killed him when we had the chance. "

" how did you get in here? "

" who are you with? "

" you going to kill me? "

" that's more... your strategy. "

" you're not safe anywhere. "

" i don't believe in luck. "

" bad luck is just poor planning. "

" every man is replaceable, even me. "

" no one is innocent. "

" war is treachery. "

" i asked you a question. "

" let me finish him! "

" i thought you were the good guys. "

" i've been looking for you. "

" we're not looking for money. "

" without an army, you got nothing. "

" that is not nice. "

" i got a name and a location. "

" i know all about lies. "

" not much for the beach? "

" prefer the snow. "

" no one gets in or out. "

" good to have a laugh while we can. "

" he fell... on a knife... nine times. "

" money can't buy happiness... "

" i wouldn't mind being sad on that boat. "

" special forces, show your hands! "

" i don't have a boss, no one tells me what to do. "

" no one tells me what to do. "

" or else you'll cut it off? "

" not my style. "

" why the mask? "

" wealth opens doors. "

" you're not very good at this. "

" let's make this personal. "

" last call, or he takes over. "

" i'm as good as dead without my money. "

" pleasure doing business with you. "

" that relationship is strictly transactional, i can assure you. "

" i want everyone to know that we won't be stopped by anyone. "

" you're a buzz-kill. "

" if he's still alive, he's still dangerous. "

" is there a single shit show that you are not a part of? "

" they're hunting us. "

" one wrong move, and i'll put a hole through you. "

" i'm freezing my ass off here. "

" got half a mind to let them find you. "

" your intel better be good. "

" my intel's always good. "

" you're a long way from home. "

" stay sharp, and try not to slow us down. "

" i have always had your back. "

" wasn't in the mood for visitors. "

" not an ambush if we hit them first. "

" no one else had the balls to do what i did for you. "

" keep the prisoner focused on their own self-preservation and eventually they will break. "

" good to see you remember your training. "

" i don't forget anything. "

" you can run, but you'll just die tired. "

" three things you cannot outrun in the world, folks - death, taxes, and me. "

" don't let him live inside your head. "

" every man for himself. "

" we gonna let this stand? "

" best way to end a war is to win it. "

" no prisoners. "

" got a light? "

" she's tying her shoe, likely checking if she's being followed. "

" they don't see us. "

" never bury your enemies alive. "

" he was the best of us. "

" who dares wins. "

" you're better than this. "

" this job is about making sacrifices for the greater good. "

" you got a body-count of your own. "

" i am not gonna beg for my life. "

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   THE   MANOR   IS   SILENT,   bereft   of   the   noise   of   his   brothers   &   sisters   playing   durak,   or   his   parents   bickering   about   money   beneath   a   crystal   chandelier.    rain   patters   upon   the   windowpane   of   his   office   far   up   on   the   third   story,   and   he   becomes   adrift   in   thought,   the   sound   of   the   family’s   guarddog   padding   through   corridors   with   claws   clicking   on   marble   flooring   lost   to   mishka’s   mind   ━━━   the   reminiscence   of   watching   his   friends   mangled,   holding   their   guts   in   their   arms   like   dirty   laundry. in   the   midst   of   his   sulking,   his   office   door   abruptly   creaks   open.   mishka   needs   not   look   to   see   who   it   is;   in   the   deep   pit   of   his   concave   stomach   lies   the   feeling   of   the   shadow   being   casted   upon   the   floor   not   belonging   to   kin,   as   conspicuous   as   the   sound   of   a   body   plummeting   to   the   boot   -   trampled   snow   with   a   thud. the   world   has   gone   glassy.   fear   …   perhaps   fury.   his   heart   jolts   in   his   chest.   lighting   a   cream   cigar,   wrapped   leaf   is   cradled   betwixt   the   crooked   bones   of   freakishly   slender   fingers   as   the   pakhan   turns   to   the   stranger,   tobacco   ash   in   his   beard   &   bile   creeping   up   his   throat. 〝    плохой   характер,    〞   mishka   breathes,   raspy   as   a   phantom.   only   a   few   drags   are   taken   from   the   cigar   before   pointedly   snuffed   out   into   the   wood   of   his   desk,   downturned   eyes   dark   &   melancholic.   despite   the   barrel   of   a   gun   pointing   directly   at   the   crook   of   his   aquiline   nose   betwixt   sad   grey   brows,   mishka   fixes   the   neck   of   his   black   woolen   sweater   far   up   to   his   sharp   jaw   and   locks   his   eyes   with   @dandylionsden.

〝    how   much   are   they   paying   you   ?    〞