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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.