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[feelmyskin]

Happy birthday to this model (?) 💕

(I had these on my drafts and forgot to post before)

[sokrovennyi]

「 ⊰✧⊱ 」 ▬ @damnprussia

“Ivan, I’m offended.” Gilbert scoffed at his words. Somehow, Ivan had managed to wind up in the passenger’s side of Gilbert’s car as they zoomed down the M7. Gilbert would claim it was completely Ivan’s decision and he had nothing to do with it, even fought against it (”You never let me blow anything up” being his main objection - God Ivan, let a man live.).

Somehow since Ivan getting in the car and that moment he was concerned about weapons, they realized that the target they were following

“You have known me since we were children. You ought to know by now that I don’t bring a weapon, I am a weapon. Deadly, stealthy. Somehow winds up in these situations all the time, even though I don’t try. The KGB knows me as машина.” He paused for dramatic effect.

“Гилберт, заткнись.” Julia’s voice over his two-way radio attached to Gilbert’s collar ruined the moment.

Gilbert rolled his eyes. “No fun. Yeah, I brought some. In the back seat, there’s a suitcase. Got some explosives, a few handguns and some knives. Semi & autos in the boot, along with a rocket launcher. Not good for a shootout from this distance - unless you want to aim the rocket launcher from the back - but I know where our target is headed. If I can cut through some backroads and lose these guys tailing us, I can get there before he can, probably, since their itinerary states they’re making one more pick up.”

He glanced at Ivan. “I hope you don’t mind we cut through a few trees in the process.”

     Let a man live, he complained, though the one happily living always failed to take into account repercussions and the mind-numbing amounts of paperwork that stemmed from even the slightest deviation or---more so the case with Gilbert than any other---frolics of his own. It went without saying he would accompany the man, for better or worse, however reluctant he was at times to do so. 

                  ------’Let a man live.’ How ironic when their escapades often times spelled death. 

     “I have known you since we were children, and that is why I can effortlessly say that you are more a liability than a weapon.” And there was the voice to confirm that. “Do I even need to get into your horrid choice of a codename? Honestly.”

     He shook his head, the amusement clear on his face despite his tone. 

     “So you keep saying. At least I can count on you to always be well-stocked. Best not leave it to chance; rocket launchers are imprecise and I would rather we save it for a more opportune time. Do whatever you have to, just do not lose us this chance.”

     He spared a quick glance over his shoulder, long enough to catch sight of the dark vehicle snapping at their heels. 

     “Where is this final pick-up location in relation to us?”

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[florindo-me]

oi amores

[h1de-s0urce]

Happy Birthday!

Thank you very much, darling x

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