Ivan Turgenev

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Joel Kinnaman as Takeshi Kovacs in Altered Carbon | Force of Evil

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Joel Kinnaman by Daniel Blom

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open to males

plot; leona is out in the public eye at a big event for the first time since her husbands tragic passing. your muse can be a family friend, childhood friend, ex of some sort, anything you might see fit! take note that leona has two girls, ages three and five!

Leona Stringer, the oldest child of the famous mafia boss Godric Stringer, and just a minute older from her twin sister Loretta, finally decided to show up at the major event where her whole family attended. Ever since her husband was murdered, Leona has spent most of the time with her two girls, healing and being there for them. They were too little to understand what was going on, and even if at times she felt like giving up, her two girls were the reason why she pushed herself to get up in the morning. Between all of that and opening up her restaurant place with a couple of other business partners, Leo just didn’t focus on what her family was doing that much. And she started to feel about it, because she loved her parents, sisters and brothers. So tonight she had an emerald ballgown on, her hair was put in a nice bun and she was mostly spending the time with her parents, mingling and talking with others. Things did get a bit overwhelming at one point, so she excused herself and went towards the bar, but mostly just to catch a breath instead of ordering something. And then she heard someone saying hello to her, for a moment she wasn’t sure if it was directed to her. But then she slowly turned around and saw him standing there, a soft smile on her lips forming instantly. “Hello to you, too. Long time no see.” Leona mused. 

Often Ivan felt like a god, the cops wouldn’t touch them or their families and no one was dumb enough to make a move. So, when I gangster died it was felt. Leona’s husband may have been from a different family, but the Russian’s had respect for the man and they had worked well together. It was why he had an invitation in the first place, he debated attending for sometime. Hearing the widow would be there told Ivan he ought to be as well, it wasn’t his husband that died so he could pull it together. 

Dressed to the nines in a dark tux and matching tie the man’s hair was slicked back and beard neatly trimmed. The Turgenev’s were serious about appearances and he would be no different. Leo though? She stepped right out of a TV screen and across the ballroom like it was built for her. Standing by the bar he nursed a whiskey he had grabbed not long before, crowds were not his thing and he elected to wait on the edges. When she drew near he spoke, the accent he had when they first met had not faded much, “You look beautiful, it is good to see you again Leo. I hope all is well,” there wasn’t a point in asking if she was alright. He didn’t think anyone would be for a long time after a tragedy like it. 

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ofmusingsxandmayhem​:

Closed starter for @mr-txrgenev​ || Ivan & Gen 

She loved a big party. Any excuse to dress up and step out into public looking her best, drink some alcohol and flirt with important people. Of which there were many at this event, given that it was her cousin’s wedding. Roxanna had found the love of her life and Gen was one of the bridesmaids, leaving her feeling glad that she had not needed to decide what to wear herself. She knew little about the groom, or his groomsmen for that matter, but the man made Roxie happy, and that was all she cared about. She had just hoped that the men accompanying him were single and attractive. Naturally, she had not expected, when walking down the aisle before her cousin, to see an all too familiar face standing beside the groom. Ivan had been younger and significantly skinnier the last time she saw him, much as she had been younger and much more naive then. Now, he looked far, far more handsome and it looked like he would be sporting some impressive muscles beneath the suit he wore. She bided her time, though, instead waiting until the reception at her father’s mansion before she approached him. 

“Well well…” Gen began, stepping over to the Russian with a smirk on her lips. “I have to say, you brush up rather well. It’s good to see you, Ivan.”

Ivan didn’t mind crowds, if it was full of people he knew he could handle them a while. But, a lot of them were strangers, sure a few higher up in the ranks were there. But, the lion didn’t feel at home. His arms often remains crossed over his chest or hands doing busy work until they were required to be at the alter. By the time the music was going Ivan was eyeing the bridesmaids, all beautiful like the cousin- whoever she was. The man would be hard pressed to admit he remembered her face well, Gen’s, she looked good. Damn good. The wedding felt a little less dreadful. By the time he got to the reception the tie was off and the man had a drink in hand.

“The princess approaches,” the man chuckled at her words, princess was meant mostly endearing. She was the daughter of the king, grown somehow more beautiful and the dress was too beautiful not to look. Taking a sip the man allowed her to get closer before speaking again, “You look lovely; like rose. This lipstick makes your eyes-“ he hesitated trying to remember the phrase, “Stand out. Pop.”

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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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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.

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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@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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Ivan had found himself at the end of a bottle by the time night had settled. He woke feeling like hell physically and emotionally; peeling himself off the floor he picked a few pieces of glass out of his skin. With a shower he checked his phone, his father excused him from any obligations for the day. It was clear he had heard about Grishas daughter returning, no doubt his son would be beside himself. Deciding to take the time to get out of the house he called maids to clean; requesting all photos stacked on his desk and replacements to be purchased.

Walking to the garage he elected to take his motorcycle, easier to drive recklessly when on a smaller vehicle. Speeding down the road he was in the search of food, and a suit fitting apparently he was due at a party. Regardless of his state. As much as Ivan had grown he felt like a kid again, having to act the part of a gangster while his heart was somewhere else. A stupid idea he reminded himself as he took a corner almost too sharp, ignoring the horns or pedestrians.

Finding a hole in the wall he ordered coffee and food, he set his helmet on the table tapping his foot impatiently. Part of him wanted to call her, no doubt she’d ignore it or tell him to fuck off. As much as he wanted to think she hated him now part wondered if she still felt the same, Ivan decided to drown the thought with caffeine and food. Paying his tab he stepped outside sliding on the helmet, a suit was all he needed. Then he could hide out at home, find another bottle and pretend she wasn’t in the same area code as him.

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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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bryonysweetpoison​:

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

Seeing the brothers he would try to keep himself in check, not that he would ever threaten her or think of hurting the woman before him. But, he would watch his words. The last thing he needed was one repeating what he wanted to say to their father. At her words he raised an eyebrow and smirked, it wasn’t a happy one rather an annoyed one, his jaw was taut. If he had the room his teeth would grind at the way she spoke, so cold and casual, his eyes flicked to her brothers then back. 

You don’t know me, the words were a firm slap to the face and he laughed coolly, all to keep as calm as he could. “You have not changed as much as you think,” he muttered in English since she seemed to prefer it. “Perhaps I have not either. Pity,” stepping close he touched her cheek as if he’d break it if he touched any firmer, his eyes scanned her face before he stepped away, “I will see you around then, no?” 

People were going to answer for it, she’d handle her brothers so it took two off of his list. He stepped back toward the bar to grab his jacket and wallet, he’d leave talking to Nikita for another time. 

-

When he got home Ivan destroyed the better part of his livingroom, lamps and picture frames shattered. Ive’s picture was untouched in his room. Something he couldn’t make himself get rid of after all the years. 

[bryonysweetpoison]

@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.

[bryonysweetpoison]

He was still a little shit in the ring. That had not changed after 10+ years of being apart. It had been something that had made her laugh and egg him on when she was younger. Ive grimaced as she watched them circle each other before the fight really started. She had taken up fighting amongst other things while bettering herself in order to control her temper. And watching the two men now she was reminded of how much she enjoyed a good display of power and control before it dissolved into something more animalistic.

Ive crossed her legs and gave a hard stare in return as Ivan noticed her. She was calm knowing that he wasn't the type to just stop in the middle of a fight to come after her. It wasn't like she was afraid at least not for herself. The type of anger the woman was experiencing now made her feel like she could do something dark and devious. Just because she had left this life behind did not mean that she had let herself become out of practice.

"Nikita I think it's about that time," Ive said as she rose from her seat and turned to the woman as she pulled out her wallet. Before she could protest she placed down a few hundred and the other woman went silent. She knew that Ive was buying her silence since she had seen and remembered a few details on her id. It seemed the woman planned on setting her own terms for their eventual confrontation.

"He's going to be hell to work with for the boys." Nikita sighed before accepting the money. She like them both but money talked especially if you were the first to offer it. "You be careful pretty, things...he is different."

"I could care less about either of those things. They knew what they signed up for." Ive said as she tossed her handbag over her shoulder, gave the middle finger to the ring, and headed out the door. She couldn't be late for this family meet-up. Not when she had so much to say to them about the lies they had cosigned. And if Ivan wanted her so badly he could come to the Kuzmin estate himself.

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Her look made his own mood sour, her rage transferred to him, she wasn’t supposed to come home. Ive was supposed to get out, that was his plan and his way of protecting her. Ive never needed to protecting though and now it seemed his choices were coming full circle. As she flipped him off he felt an arm wrap around his throat ripping him back, Cherkov had unknowingly volunteered to take the brunt of it. Turning his leg he hooked the mans leg before throwing him over too, slamming his back into the ground Ivan half growled in the mans face.

Two punches later and the man was out cold, Ivan’s breath was fast. Rage was famously, comforting, easier to process than the shame he felt bubbling in his stomach. Stepping from the ring he grabbed his shirt from the bar, he pointed at Nikita, a silent warning he would be finding her. It was clear she knew Ive was there, he hoped the cash was worth the hell he’d cause the woman. Unwrapping his hands as he started out of the bar he figured she’d be long gone, nothing but a tail light.

Seeing her waiting standing near two men he started toward them, recognizing her brothers his jaw tightened. He paused out of respect for the agreement his family had with theirs, he wouldn’t start a war because of his mistakes. “You came back,” the Russian spoke in his native tongue without even about it. His anger made the wires cross. His hands worked idly to undo the wrappings, anything to keep him in place. “You come here, you leave like it is nothing. So unlike you,” maybe he was trying to get a reaction. It was so easy to fall into old habits.

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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.

[bryonysweetpoison]

"Your drink is on the house kid. Thanks for you not blowing up and causing a scene. Didn't know they taught anger management in school." The bartender said after watching Ivan slide into the ring. The woman knew all too well the type of tempers the two of them had grown up and had no doubt that it would be even worse as an adult.

"I took antique classes because I was so rough around the edges in the city I landed in I couldn't make friends. Those were some of the toughest ladies I ever met." She laughed releasing her emotions in a positive way rather than lashing out. Ive wasn't a child anymore and she had always suspected that she and Ivan wouldn't ever meet again. Just never that he would lie to her...make her believe that he was going to try and be better. Or that there was a chance they could live a normal life together.

She turned in her seat deciding to watch the fight before heading out. Ive was interested in seeing exactly how much the man had changed outside of his appearance. He had been a string bean way back when but seem to have finally filled out to match the height. A perfect imposing figure to go with whatever position he now held in the family. Crossing her legs she leaned her back against the bar and brought her drink up to her lips. For the first time in almost 10 years, she wore the look that had first earned her her bad reputation. Dark eyes burning holes into the person she was watching

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Ivan had energy to burn off, with everything doing well on its own he wasn’t managing. Though he had grown the man still couldn’t sit still, inactivity made him frustrated. Bashing a few faces in or finding some girl to take home would date him a while. When the man stepped in they shook hands, no need to act like an animal to start. Stepping back the set lifted hands, Ivan was the first to step in but he didn’t take the first punch wanting to make the other. The man fell for it. With a lazy front punch Ivan knocked it away before hitting the man right in the ribs, the small wince let him know he got home.

They circled the ring close but waiting, the charge of a fight was where Ivan felt himself the most. Deciding to make the next move he threw a glade jab then a right hook catching the man in the jaw. The blow was softer than the other, he didn’t want a knock out. Yet. Leaning back to dodge a return punch he took the open to the chest again, “Stop playing,” the man growled in Russian at the other. The man spy at him before charging forward. Knocked into the ropes he chuckled arm wrapping around the man’s head keeping it down as he attack his side.

Releasing the man he shoved him back, they went at it a while before the pair agreed to stop the first round. Leaning on the ropes he was going to ask for a drink, it was then he felt her stare. Eye flicking to the end of the bar Ivan moved to stand straight. Ive. He stared for a few moments unaware of the other squaring up behind him, might as well take the opening while he had it.

[bryonysweetpoison]

@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.

[bryonysweetpoison]

"Your drink is on the house kid. Thanks for you not blowing up and causing a scene. Didn't know they taught anger management in school." The bartender said after watching Ivan slide into the ring. The woman knew all too well the type of tempers the two of them had grown up and had no doubt that it would be even worse as an adult.

"I took antique classes because I was so rough around the edges in the city I landed in I couldn't make friends. Those were some of the toughest ladies I ever met." She laughed releasing her emotions in a positive way rather than lashing out. Ive wasn't a child anymore and she had always suspected that she and Ivan wouldn't ever meet again. Just never that he would lie to her...make her believe that he was going to try and be better. Or that there was a chance they could live a normal life together.

She turned in her seat deciding to watch the fight before heading out. Ive was interested in seeing exactly how much the man had changed outside of his appearance. He had been a string bean way back when but seem to have finally filled out to match the height. A perfect imposing figure to go with whatever position he now held in the family. Crossing her legs she leaned her back against the bar and brought her drink up to her lips. For the first time in almost 10 years, she wore the look that had first earned her her bad reputation. Dark eyes burning holes into the person she was watching

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Ivan had energy to burn off, with everything doing well on its own he wasn’t managing. Though he had grown the man still couldn’t sit still, inactivity made him frustrated. Bashing a few faces in or finding some girl to take home would date him a while. When the man stepped in they shook hands, no need to act like an animal to start. Stepping back the set lifted hands, Ivan was the first to step in but he didn’t take the first punch wanting to make the other. The man fell for it. With a lazy front punch Ivan knocked it away before hitting the man right in the ribs, the small wince let him know he got home.

They circled the ring close but waiting, the charge of a fight was where Ivan felt himself the most. Deciding to make the next move he threw a glade jab then a right hook catching the man in the jaw. The blow was softer than the other, he didn’t want a knock out. Yet. Leaning back to dodge a return punch he took the open to the chest again, “Stop playing,” the man growled in Russian at the other. The man spy at him before charging forward. Knocked into the ropes he chuckled arm wrapping around the man’s head keeping it down as he attack his side.

Releasing the man he shoved him back, they went at it a while before the pair agreed to stop the first round. Leaning on the ropes he was going to ask for a drink, it was then he felt her stare. Eye flicking to the end of the bar Ivan moved to stand straight. Ive. He stared for a few moments unaware of the other squaring up behind him, might as well take the opening while he had it.

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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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It took everything in her not to turn and look. To see if she recognized any parts of the teenaged Ivan in the man who sat down at the end of the bar. Ive knew if she did the seeth ball of anger that began to form in her chest would spur into a rage. She could feel Nikita’s eyes on her even as she made his drink, probably wondering if she would have to break up a fight.

She had returned home to broken promises it seemed. Pretty lies that were worth the air they had been breathed into. Shifting she allowed a curtain of hair to separate them deciding she would finish her drink and leave. There was no reason she even had to acknowledge the man after all these years. Ive couldn’t help but become interested when he spoke kindly to Nikita. The woman was the best barkeep in sound but that didn’t track with the image she was getting. She had no illusions he had fallen in with the family it was the only option for people like him.

“Haha Ivan, I did for your information but there is unlikely to be a third. Nice guy too nice for me I think.” Nikita said as she set down his usual. She watched him drink his shot she could almost feel the heat pouring off off Iveliss. The poor woman was fighting with herself not releasing the beastly temper she had become notorious for as a kid. “Chekov and some new guy named Gunner are on the list. Who do you want?”

Ivan wasn’t aware of the brewing storm next to him as he sipped on his beer, his mind was on the ring and the rest of the night. Nikita seemed uncomfortable, he was half tempted to ask her what was wrong, but she seemed fine enough to keep talking. Nodding he sighed, “Not worth time then,” he hoped Nik found someone soon enough. When she listed off the opponent he grinned, “Chekov needs his ass whooped,” finishing the beer he pushed off the counter stretching his shoulders. An old habit that didn’t die hard. He was far more muscular than he had been in high school, tattoos peered out from his short sleeves, a very different man from the teenager he hadn’t been. 

Walking up to the ring as the other two slid off he grinned, his eyes scanned over the bar surprised to see familiar dark hair. Turning back he grabbed his wraps off the bench starting to pad his hands, more for the others sake than his own. As Cherkov showed up they smirked at one another before stepping into their respective corner, with a beer set by the stool he tipped it back. He knew he needed to enjoy a few days off, a proper fight would take the edge off. 

When the bell rang they men squared up walking toward one another, the men lifted hands both ready to throw. 

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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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He had said a lot of things to people when he was young, no he wouldn’t be like his father or he’d get out of the city one day. All empty promises, he had been raised knowing he was going to fill in one day, it was easier to say yes than face resistance. They’d all be gone soon enough. Moved on from the deadly town and put roots somewhere cleaner, or that’s what they all expected. The Kuzmin family seemed the most resilient to the test of time, all but one at least. One who Ivan still found himself dreaming about when his boy was too tired to push down the memories, Ive. The one that got away.

It was better that she had, if he’d of had it his way they would have wed. She would have been a pampered mob wife, like his mother, not the butterfly she was evolving into. He was turning into the monster he always knew; Ivan like it. Hell loved it most days. Wanting to have some fun he sauntered into the all too familiar bar, he’d watch a few fights then slip into the ring. Beat some poor souls face in and drink until he felt like going home, a dog and an empty bed were all that waited.

Looking at the ring he barely gave the bar a glance figuring Nikita was making his usual, eyes didn’t wonder to any faces assuming they were all the same. When he took a seat only a few down from her he greeted the jeep with a lazy smile, “Your hair looks like today Nikita. You go on second date with that man?” He liked the keep, she was Family to him and his own. Taking the drink and shot he took the shot before looking to the ring as applause burst out, a knock out. A dangerous smile came over his face, there was an energy in the ring he wanted a part of. “Who is up next? I want in,” though he had aged Ivan acted like he was eighteen again when it came to fighting. Turgenevs didn’t lose.