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[mikhailovs]

What would you consider your most secret desire?

“Moving to some quiet far away place and putting this life behind me. Starting a family, being better than my parents were, and simply growing old and living in the mundane with the love of my life.”

[mikhailovs]

if you could be with someone with no questions asked, no repercussions who would it be?

“I tried ignoring reality once, didn’t work out too well. Sure you’ve heard it before, but word of the wiser don’t dwell on the ‘what if’s.”

[mikhailovs]

would you feel betrayed if catarina and viktor ever got together? considering its your ex and your best friend?

“Not at all. It’s been well over a decade since that relationship ended mutually. If there was anything lingering then maybe I’d have a reason to feel any type of way but there isn’t. In fact, they are two of my favorite people and as they know I’m very supportive of something happening there.”

( @volkovcatarina + @vikktorvalentina )

[mikhailovs]

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[marcussblackman]

FMK: Alexandra Rothschild, Melanie Derrieux, Ivanna Mikhailov

“Hm…fuck Alexandra, though I don’t really know her, marry Melanie since I know her well enough to tolerate her, and kill Ivanna, because that sounds fairly Russian and I like living, thanks.“

( @alexandra-rothschild @derrieuxmelanie @mikhailovs )

[volkovcatarina-deactivated20201]

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⎈ Catarina and Ivanna -when they have days off- are prone to social drinking in each other’s presence and after a little too much vodka or whatever the alcohol of choice may be…they start ranting about their blonde hair, blue eyed exes… 

⎈ Catarina and Ivanna love to go to weapons training and gun ranges for fun and find extreme pleasure in getting to beat up the men that underestimate them and/or flash their superior skills.  

⎈ Catarina has a secret knack for baking and only a few people know, Ivanna definitely knows and constantly asks Cat to bake for her. When Cat is in a good mood, she complies.

⎈Catarina often sees Ivanna not only as a best friend, but as a sister too and she would do anything to have her back, keep her safe and see her thriving. 

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Sana Vesper

[mikhailovs]

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[mikhailovs]

Catarina.

Catarina shakily accepted the aspirin and bottle of water. Making quick work of swallowing the pill and following it up with the water, her dehydrated self cherishing every once of water that was making its way into her system. When Catarina was finished she took a second look around, this time noticing that not only was she in the Valentina home…she was in Viktor’s room.  He must have been really worried to allow her in here. Technically she was always welcomed but Catarina already tired of the rumors that swirled around them avoided being in his room like the old days. Resting against the headboard, Catarina held onto the empty bottle, needing something in her hands for the moment.

Her gaze sharpened at the fact. Drugged, that would explain this killer hangover, and overall shitty feeling. Catarina would have never allowed herself to get drunk during a mission, even during her jealousy and pain at seeing Noah in the arms of another, though she wished to drown in liquor, she would not shame herself when there were bigger things going on. Things more important than her non existent love life. Catarina perked up at the mention of Celine, her face transforming when the Irish were mentioned. Of fucking course they would get in the way. “Fucking pests…. Any casualties on our side?” Catarina should know all this, she should know who from their brotherhood was safe, and who was injured. She should be out there now, checking on everyone. That was her duty and she was failing at it. Her hands clenched around the plastic in her hands, crumbling and losing form.  

The fear of the missing hours was a heavy feeling, a stark emotion of dread that was spreading throughout her body and threatening to choke her. So it was with the ultimate relief, to hear that she was found quickly and by her two best friends no less. She almost wanted to gasp with relief, it was so heady. What sheer luck. If she was with Viktor and Ivanna all night, she was perhaps safer than all the heiresses and mafia heads combined. Her relief shifted to confusion upon seeing a mischievous grin grace her friend’s face. “Oh no, don’t torture me by making me wait. Did I do something?” Catarina couldn’t imagine and a part of her didn’t want to. Then again, its best to know in case she needed to apologize for anything. “Ivanna tell me. Please.” Catarina did perk up at the mention of coffee, not noticing her friend had brought her a cup too. She put her hands out, making the universal gimmie gimmie sign. Willing to replace her empty crushed water bottle with a good cup of cafe.”

Ivanna could see the varying emotions play out on Cat’s face, and while she was still relatively pissed over how things had played out with her the night before, she was glad at the very least Cat didn’t remember feeling hurt by her in her drunken state. Sure Ivanna had had sound reason to be ignoring her while she was out of commission, but Ivanna didn’t like knowing her friend felt hurt by the fact no matter her state. At least that feeling didn’t seem to be lingering like the other side effects of the drug.

She held out for a moment before handing the cup over with a light laugh and the shake of her head. Caffeine truly was the universal peace maker. “Well, you said plenty I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” She said deliberately dragging it out only for her own amusement. “For starters you were very distraught with me being upset with you for being in Viktor’s embrace. I think as we were trying to escape the chaos you may have pushed him off and declared he was practically like your brother. Which is, mildly concerning might I add because you’re clearly meant to be.” She implored trying to contain herself and sound semi serious as she relayed some of her antics with obvious exaggeration.  

[dildaar]

[mikhailovs]

Never? Never.

@vikktorvalentina

[avlexpansea]

She did not flinch. “My past,” she told the room, “is littered with the bones of men who were foolish enough to think I was someone they could sleep on.

Michele Roberts

[mikhailovs]

Arlo.

Tucked into a small corner table in the back of the indoor cafe area, Ivanna sipped at her cappuccino her gaze fixed on the hustle and bustle across the street as service workers of every variety went in and out of the hotel clearly still working to return the space to it’s original state after the destruction caused last weekend. Over the years she’d frequented this cafe for a number of reasons, often in association with the patrons of the very hotel she currently sat observing. And other times when she simply found herself craving the pear cake and espresso that was just about the only thing she ordered in her visits. Not only was the sugar soft dessert a guilty pleasure but it never failed to remind her of the person who’d shared so many of them with.

Today she kept her sunglasses on shielding her from the afternoon sun that was quite unkind to her bloodshot eyes as she nursed a small hangover, the pink blotches across her decolletage a tell tale sign to the activities she’d indulged in while inebriated. Ivanna needed to return to the hotel to collect her illicit belongings now that things had quieted down. And she’d needed the caffeine to kick start her day. What she hadn’t expected however was for Arlo fucking Machale walk into the cafe just as she was getting up to return her plate and mug. Ducking into the bakery area she busied herself in looking at the items on the shelves with the small hope that he hadn’t seen her, so she could slip out the exit on the bakery side.

( @arlomachale )

[mikhailovs]

Celine.

Everyone looked positively deathly when Celine finally sauntered her way into the Oceana Residences, a piping hot caramel macchiato in hand as she made her way up to the Valentina complex. It was almost comical, to see how many of the highest-ranking officers within the Bratva were all crammed into the same flat, making the expansive space seem small due to the sheer number of people present. She chuckled at the sight, wondering how much the NYPD would have flipped their lids at the chance to round up all of her sweet cubs in one go. But for now, she let most of them rest, knowing they must have worn themselves out the night before.

They partied themselves half to death, poor things.

The assassin stepped over a few prone bodies, moaning and groaning about in her search for Viktor. However, it seemed as though the pakhan had already disappeared from his flat, likely making a rush order for brunch over at Baba’s. “Hm…pity.“ Celine sighed, supposing that her news could wait for now.

She leaned against the kitchen island, sipping her caffeinated nectar of the gods when she heard the door click open. As she saw a flash of blonde and a figure she knew all too well, Celine smiled smugly. Dear Ivanna, her colleague. Wouldn’t she like to know what her evening was like. “Hello gorgeous, have a fun time at the party last night? I heard it was a blast.”

Rubbing at her temple tentatively as her eyes remained narrowed at her phone screen, Ivanna wondered if it was possible for her best friends ailments to have rubbed off on her. Just a while ago she was helping Cat get over her headache, and here she was now nursing her own. Yet she continued to read through the articles about the night prior posted across every New York news outlet. The night would surely be one for the history books.

Engrossed in an article while despairing internally over her growing headache she didn’t notice the lethe blonde right away as she rounded the corner into the kitchen, with her empty coffee cup in one hand and phone in the other. The morning hadn’t been kind to anyone and uncharacteristically for her at this the time of day she was in a pair of shorts and zip up, hair tied back with little care to untucked pieces. 

Ivanna looked up from the screen at the sound of the other woman’s voice. Her headache as well as her disposition towards the chain of events of the night had her more inclined towards irritability and she had no smirks or wayward grins to offer the other that morning. “It was a real treat.” She said the words dripping of sarcasm. She dropped the paper cup into the bin and grabbed a mug off the shelf coming to stand beside her to pour herself the much needed caffeine top off.

[lolane]

[mikhailovs]

Catarina.

Was it the knock or the tantalizing smell of coffee that awoke Catarina? She couldn’t be sure, but she did know that waking up was a curse. Perhaps the unrelenting pounding in her head was the true culprit for no longer being unconscious. Sweet blissful nothingness. How she missed that. Still Catarina begrudgingly smiled at being called sunshine by Ivanna, knowing there was nothing sunny or bright about her. Catrina sat up so she could stay upright against the headrest, groaning as the effort had her panting, a dizzying spell taking over again. “What…..the fuck?” Catarina pressed her fingertips to her temple, wishing the act alone would take way the pain. No luck. “Ivanna….what happened last night?”

It was when Catarina managed to take a second and longer look around that she paused. Her brows furrowing in complete and utter confusion. She was not in her room, she was not in her apartment. It was no were near this lush and decadent, in fact hers was rather bare of anything that made it seem remotely like a cozy home. Catarina looked at the bedside table and noticed little knick knacks that immediately let her know  she was in the Valentina home. Her anxiety started building up, she couldn’t remember anything. Not a single thing. Well, that was a lie, she could remember the pathetic moments she wasted staring after Noah longingly, she remembered seeing a friend and catching up with her for a while but after that? Nothing. Just hours and hours of nothingness. “Ivanna….I can’t. I can’t remember anything.” Her voice shook, and she swallowed back the tears that were threatening to spill. For a woman who loved being in control, who seeked it at all times. These empty hours were the most terrifying thing she’s ever experienced. What happened? What the fuck happened?

The woman sat by patiently as her friend slowly came to her surroundings, the slow build of panic she could see play out on her face wasn’t all that surprising considering the effects of the kind of drug she might have been given. She hadn’t experienced it first hand but rather delivered it strategically where it was needed, usually around for the aftermath there as well. She reached into the large paper bag that held the baked breakfast goods she’d brought along producing a water bottle, and after some rummaging a plastic bag she’d stuck inside on her way out of a walgreens. She uncapped and offered her the aspirin, “I’ll explain everything, but have this first.” She instructed. 

Taking a sip of her own coffee to give her another jolt of energy holding out against the weigh of exhaustion that made her eyelids feel heavy. “You were drugged at the gala.” she finally began, not sugar coating anything, direct as ever. “It hit you pretty hard, and you were out of it when things went to shit. There’s still a lot we don’t know but the gist of it is Celine made a play for the diamonds, the Irish interfered and a gunfight broke out in the middle of the party.” She said her voice clear to her annoyance at the fact. It was definitely not how she would have liked things to go, it was too messy too many civilians many getting hurt for no goddamn reason. “You’re fine though, I was with you when the drug started to take effect, and Vik showed up not long after. The worst of it was really your doped up slurring and paranoia. But i’ll let you have you’re coffee before I get into that.” she said with a teasing grin. 

[gallagherista]