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Roman Baranovsky.

[delphine--stclair]

@mobscene-starters.tumblr.com Who: Open Where: IDFK. lol

Delphine tapped her glass once against the bar, unimpressed. “I was promised atmosphere,” she muttered. Then, louder, to anyone within earshot, “All I’m seeing is bad decisions and worse poker faces.”

[romanbaranovsky]

If his eyes could have rolled all the way back into his skull, they would have. Pretentious сука. Complaining, whining, and still not leaving.

He exhaled slowly, the sound heavy with irritation. "Тhere’s the door." His voice was calm. "Иди на хуй if you don’t like it." That was the only warning she would get.

She could walk out...

...Or he could take her by the back of the head and introduce her to the bar top. Hard. Once. Twice. However many times it took for her brain to cover the wood.

Roman found the second option… tempting.

[romanbaranovsky]

Text | Roman & Kosta

Roman: Nadia w Rutherford body guard Roman: [attached image]

[romanbaranovsky]

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"You better know what the fuck you're doing, Nadia." Roman muttered under his breath as he watched the scene before him.

Sure, people had the freedom to hook up, he just didn't like it when people forgot where they stood.

Then again, there was a reason why Nadia was so close to Kosta.

Still, he didn't like it.

[milaxkorshunova]

@mobscene-starters Location: The Venue Event: Halloween, 2025

It took Lyudmila a good minute to figure out what kind of madness she’d wandered into. At first, she assumed it was just her half-awake brain playing tricks with people dressed like neon nightmares, celebrities she didn’t recognize staring at her from cheap plastic masks, and outfits so ridiculous they had to be hallucinations. For a brief, worrying second, she even wondered if she’d gone a little heavy on the Xanax and was now seeing things from the wrong side of reality.

But no, clarity dawned soon enough. Halloween.

The word itself explained the chaos around her.

Lacking both the mood and a mask, Lyudmila turned to make her exit only to collide with someone head-on.

“Oh—sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

[romanbaranovsky]

He came. It wasn't exactly a demand or something someone else wished for him. Not at all, what won him over was pure curiosity, which didn't really happen often at all. Perhaps because it was Halloween, Roman harboured high expectations. Expectations that he knew were not going to be met.

After all, this was hosted by the youngest Rutherford - the least likely to exceed his expectations by a zillion.

When, what looked like the ex wife of his boss collided into him, Roman just grunted. "Watch it."

[jordana-velasquez]

where: the underground london who: @mobscene-starters when: prefights.

Jordana had seen who she was being paired with and it slightly intrigued her, but she planned to make something out of it.

With a drink in hand, she turned towards the table Mateo was, when a body stepped in front of her. "Hello."

[romanbaranovsky]

Roman nodded at the woman. He had seen the list and knew that this was going to be Nadya's little pet - and looking at her, it should be easy enough. After all, Nadya was something else.

"You drink?" He asked.

[jeanpalfroix]

Jean eyed the Russian and scoffed as he took out his own cigarette. Fucking Russians, stinking up the place. He didn't speak Russian, but it didn't take a genius to know that whatever he said wasn't complimentary. His fist flexed but Jean resisted the urge to punch the smirk off of his face as he lit his cigarette. "He speaks. And here I thought you were functionally mute."

[romanbaranovsky]

"гребаный идиот" As if Roman was ever going to even try to use common tongue with the likes of him. In fact, Roman wasn't even speaking directly to him. "он потерял поводок и теперь ищет другого придурка, который бы лизнул ему яйца. эй, ты думаешь, он заставил этого идиота сосать его член, пока он спит?"

[romanbaranovsky]

@jeanpalfroix

"Посмотри на эту блядь мудак. ходил вокруг, думая, что ничто не может его коснуться. Вскоре даже собаки не смогут найти вонючие части его задницы." Roman chuckled as he inihaled the cigarette smoke deep into his lungs. He was grinning, he did have a few drinks already and was outside just because the music was more like noise than anything.

[milaxkorshunova]

“Yeah, I’m skipping that too.” Sure, she could probably follow a few steps and get the tent up, but with a bar nearby, setting up camp seemed a distant priority.

Once they found a table, Lyudmila settled in with a smirk. “Let’s just say I’m selective with my company. But honestly?” She leaned back, swirling her drink thoughtfully. Explaining her initial reservations about and complete aversion to anyone associated with her ex-husband wasn’t something Lyudmila was about to confess to, so she offered him a half-truth instead. “"I figured I wouldn't much get along with anyone. So I didn't even try."

Her gaze softened a bit as she added, “Turns out a few of you have been surprisingly good company.” She flashed him a lighthearted smile. “Besides, you don’t exactly look like the chatty type yourself.”

[romanbaranovsky]

Roman looked at her as he tried to figure out if that hurt her or not. Most people wanted to be seen, they had this desire to be liked by everyone. Yet the woman in front of him seemed to have a foot in between two worlds. One where she was liked by everyone and the other where she didn't care. Which made her harder to figure out. Maybe slightly more intriguing, too. "Yet, you still come. Or are you going to give me the charity as an excuse?" He chuckled at that.

"Nah." He shook his head, his eyes still on her. "If you knew me, I don't think you'd like me very much." She just wasn't that kind of person. "No? And here I was thinking I was fucking chatting your ear off."

[benjaminvox]

Benjamin usually scored around a p6 for that price, his brows almost shooting up. "What's it cut with? Fish scale or something else?" Because he sure as shit wasn't paying that, depending on its mixture. "I usually pay in the regions of £70" he admitted. "But..." he eyed him monetarily. "You ain't trying to pull the wool over my eyes are you mate?" It wasn't said harshly, instead with a laugh. "Fuck it." he said, fishing out some cash. "Here."

[romanbaranovsky]

He really must have wanted to get along because Roman was absolutely sure there were others with stuff that didn't cost as much. And yes, Roman definitely did hype up the price. Why the fuck not? It was his, so he could make whatever price he wanted to.

Taking the money, Roman slowly counted it before giving him a bag and a five-pound note from the stash. "Have another." Discount, he meant, in more of a joke style.

[milaxkorshunova]

"Excuse me, clearly you just haven’t seen my pecs." She smirked, fully aware she was probably the least tough-looking person around. “Mentally, I’m still lounging at home—but that just means I’ve got some catching up to do.”

As they reached what appeared to be the tent area, Lyudmila sighed, glancing over at her ‘home’ for the next three nights before looking back at Roman. “Shall we head straight to the bar, then? Let's make them memorable enough to count for something or forget them completely.”

[romanbaranovsky]

Roman just arched his brow at the woman. It wouldn't even take any effort to wrestle her and pop her over his shoulder. But, if she wanted to believe that...

"Well... Hope your roommate is going to build that up for you, because I am not even lifting a finger." He grinned, blowing out the smoke in the spot where her tent was supposed to be. Dropping her bags onto a safe space where they couldn't get wet, he nodded at Mila to point her towards the bar direction. "That, I can help with."

Once at the bar, with the drinks ordered, Roman found a table at the main tent and sat down. "Since I've been here, I haven't seen you mingle a lot. What changed?"

[benjaminvox]

Benjamin might've found this hard to take, had his brother Jordan hadn't been similarly inclined. Always the one to answer in one word responses, and never elaborate on anything that might've been deemed too much, or a show of a hand. Like Benjamin, his brothers possessed the same trait:

So instead of pushing, Benjamin simply nodded his head, lip jutting in acceptance, as he grabbed his grinder and began his usual order of preparation: weed, the roach, tobacco and then put it all together. In was mid lick of his paper, that he pulled away and found his brows furrowing. "Do you have any coke to sell?" an attempt to get on his level, he could smoke this in an hour, he guessed.

This was gonna' be a long two days otherwise. Here went nothing. He'd snorted a good amount in the first hour he'd arrived: oops?

[romanbaranovsky]

Roman looked Benjamin up and down, slowly, before saying. "100 pounds per gram. 180 if you buy two - a roommate discount."

[maksimkurylenko]

What he liked so much about being in Roman's presence, was that he didn't have to emblish, or add extra sweet-nothings for them to get what they needed out of one another. To often, people relied on small talk for the reasoning behind spending an hour to converse, and to have said nothing of substance at all. It was madenning, and boring beyond compare.

It was in quiet they smoked, not even a glance in each others direction when he'd cofirmed what Maksim already knew. It wasn't until he spotted a pink top that his brows pulled down, and he squinted.

Okay, he could admit: that was fucking funny.

Gideon Rutherford's sex life, a disaster. At least he was doing better than him in that department. "See that?" he asked, using his chin to jut in the direction of multiple tops in different colurs. "Imagine needing that kind of help?"

[romanbaranovsky]

Roman was pulling out a second cigarette when Maks spoke. "Huh?" But then he followed to where the other was pointing and let out a laugh. Well, that was actually pathetic. Back in Launceston, he'd see things like that on either bachelor party occasions or kids who just started college, running around in fucking weird ass shit.

"That's..." Sad? Pathetic? Pitiable? All those words fit and at the same time it felt as if there wasn't a right word for the situation over there. If that happened to him? He'd probably just use it as a hunting game. Shoot every single one with the shirts. They were even colour coordinated, thus a point system could be introduced.

"Imagine not being able to get laid, and then half the faction, making sure you never get laid again."

[milaxkorshunova]

"It's not funny!" Though meant to be serious, Lyudmila couldn't help her own grin spreading over her lips. The situation was indeed laughable. "I am tougher than I look. But, I'll take all the help I can get, so if this is an invitation for a pre-game consider me up for the task." It definitely beats building a tent – not like she was planning on doing it, anyway. "Ambulance is a luxury here. This whole event is just another word for a safety hazard, we will be lucky to make it to night two."

[romanbaranovsky]

"It definitely is." He grinned.

Roman never really knew what to expect from Mila. He knew who she was, her father, her husband or ex husband now and her line of work. Initially she just didn't fit, at least that's what he thought before from the gossips about her. But ever since he'd come to London and he could see it for himself - either the woman had changed or people were wrong.

Then again, he didn't put too much thought into it.

"You don't look tough at all, but it's amicable that you think so." Yet, he didn't mind supplying her with amenities. "Also, this is no longer pre-gaming, this is already the thing, so I think you're lagging behind."

He laughed again, all whilst putting a cigarette between his teeth and lighting it up as they made their way to her tent. "Why not enjoy the last days on earth, then?"

[maksimkurylenko]

One thing about the Russian language, there was no time to fuck about. One got to their point very quickly, and there was no flashy accentuations: they said what they meant, and meant what they said. "No doubt there." He was quick to fish out a smoke, only offering in the way of showing the box over his shoulder. His habit, albeit, a train-smoker, was the only thing that kept him level, at least sober.

In reality, he knew he didn't have to worry about Roman. The man could take care of himself, especially around the chiuaua that Melissa had decided was worth her time. Whatever. He took a long drag, watching as groups of people got together, and wandered off (some happy, some looking as if their world had just fallen apart.) Aw...shame.

"Didn't think you were."

[romanbaranovsky]

Roman shook his head as he took his own out. He had a specific taste and was just fine with having his own smokes. With Maks, it actually wasn't that he didn't trust him, more just that he preferred his own smokes.

Taking out a cigarette from his own pack, he lit it and blew the smoke out into the air. Roman was still deciding how he wanted the night to go. Take it easy? Fuck shit up? Keep it for the last day? It was all fresh, though it was a very good opportunity to observe everyone. Especially the ones that were involved with the Russians. Less so the French or Italians, but the Rutherfords. He didn't trust them, because he didn't trust anyone but his own. But he did wonder about the ones that somehow got an in. He knew about Anatoly and Lara, Aviv and Adriana, Aviv and Ayda? He was sure the list went on.

Maybe his roommate would end up giving some insight. He was close to most, it seemed.

"Yeah."

[maksimkurylenko]

"If he's anything like Melissa, they prefer to use their words before they use their fists..." he gave Roman a slow up and down. "That might be a problem for you." head bobbing from side to side, the corner of his lip almost twitched into a smile. Almost. "It was what you were promised? Is this your first fucking event with these people?" They didn't deliver on promises. In what life time? Maks simply shook his head. "Get fucked up, by all means...just don't get dead. Replacing you would be more work than I can be bothered to go through."

[romanbaranovsky]

Hence why Roman usually liked to deal with the Italians. Sure, he had a reputation for certain things back in Launceston, however, people didn't know him here. He came to change that. "I don't see it as my problem." He knew what Maks meant, but at the end of the day, fists always won.

Roman chose not to answer that. He meant what he meant, and that was it, there was no reason to waste his breath arguing over nothing. "I'm not here to be replaced." He wasn't going to embarrass his brother like that.

[benjaminvox]

FOR: @romanbaranovsky EVENT: The Camp Out, 24' WHERE: Their Rich Tent.

It was the kind of awkward where he didn't know what step to take first. While he'd spent the last few weeks learning all he could, more so than before, about the Russians -- he was still left wondering if the decisions Melissa were making were the right moves, or the wrong ones. This tent was far beyond his wildest dreams, especially considering the tent that both Melissa and he had scored respectively.

His smirk was snaking, as he turned in the too-big space (of which he was thankful for) and shrugged. "You don't talk much, fine. Do you smoke, though?" the allusion to something different from a cigarette.

[romanbaranovsky]

The English were less chatty than the American, yet Roman could feel that his silence rubbed most people the wrong way. They felt the need to say something, so fill the room. Roman didn't mind the quiet, especially around those he didn't know. If he didn't have anything to say, he definitely did not feel the need to fill the room with useless crap.

Without answering him, Roman reached into his pocked and took out a bag. Cocaine, not weed - that was going to come at the end of the night. He didn't want a roller coaster. He wanted to shoot straight for the skies and fall like one later. "I've got my own." As if he was going to take shit that wasn't there's, from a person who could hardly be trusted.

[milaxkorshunova]

"The less comfortable side." Not even a hesitation and Lyudmila let Roman deal with her bags with a sigh. She wasn't even with the French yet and she already felt irritated. "Thank you." She added giving him a look before walking towards the wooded area. "So, what are your bets? Will we all survive this weekend? Will someone get pregnant? Get alcohol poisoning?"

[romanbaranovsky]

"Ah." He grinned, actually finding her situation amusing. "You're going to survive? Need a helping hand? Some powder? Some drinks? You know where to come." With his words, a wink followed. It wasn't something he was ever going to see again, so Roman was going to use that. "Survive? 80/20 on us. Pregnant? Most probably. Alcohol poisoning? 100%. I'm sure the ambulance will be a friend. If they provide that. To me, personally - feels more like the purge than a charity, but that's just me."