#int. inside.

[svetavorshevsky]

FOR: @konstantinvorshevsky WHEN: October, 2025. WHERE: Maksim's New (unopened) Bar.

"I'm pretty sure he's a streamlined advertisement for birth control," Sveta spoke loud enough, so that Maksim might soon realise she was talking about him. "But, then again, my opinion is known to be...subjective." Sveta's smirk, ice cold, tilted into something akin to a predatory smile. "He's been rather irksome recently."

[mrofontaine]

FOR: @delphine--stclair WHEN: September 24'. WHERE: Delphine's residence.

It'd been on his mind for a while. Transitioning out of being on Delphine's detail -- he needed more, he didn't just want it. The ups and downs of the last three and a half years was monumental. And in that, he'd finally managed to find some kind of purposes. Protecting her life, although he'd never outwardly say it, had been one of the biggest achievements in his life. Something he'd never thought would've been possible before Évelyné had put him forward for the position.

Olivier, though, dreamed of rising in the ranks. And becoming more than a personal body shield for someone else. There was an art form in what he did, there was no doubt. And yet, when he was around Yves...he admired the man. His and Delphine's relationship had always been contentious, with a fine, fine line between friendship and hatred. To which, they'd teetered on the edge so any times.

Bored, was what he was. Standing guard by the window, he'd spent the better part of the last hour silently checking people wandering past, and rotating in the room for anything that was thought to be untoward. Clearing his throat, he realised he'd hardly spoken today, an uncommon trait for the giant that was towering in her home.

"Is there anything more you need to do?"