#ivan petrov

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I think my most useless oc fact is that when pretending to be an American/using his American alter ego Ivan sounds exactly like Michael Bublé

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I think Ivan deserves to be beat by Torres, Igor, his father, Lana, Masha, Irnya and Katya

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We need Ivan Petrov more than ever

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Finished my part of a collab early sooo

Never trust a blond man

Speedpaint below

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I lied… I’m not drawing Simon! My friend asked to do a collab so I’m drawing my other oc, Ivan Petrov

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Practicing a new rendering style today, so decided to try it on this sketch I did of Ivan Petrov some weeks ago.

original value study under the cut

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90 min sketch | reference: Ivan Petrov

[hold-him-down]

“You can hold out a little longer.”

from this ask game

Notes: follows this piece in the timeline, a couple days later

TW: dehydration discussed, non-realisitc-mafia shit

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“He can hold out a little longer,” Ivan says, peering through the blacked out windows of the Land Rover. 

“I must disagree,” Mikhail, from the other end of the phone line, tells him. “Respectfully, sir.”

Respectfully, Ivan thinks with a laugh. The fucking joke of a doctor has gone soft in his time with the family, but he is one of the few who tolerate the particular brand of bullshit that his boys get into, and so Ivan has let him hang around. It is getting tired, though.

“Do you think I can control the fucking traffic, Mikhail?” he asks, rubbing his temples. 

The doctor, wisely, remains silent. 

Ivan groans, then leans forward in the car, turning his attention to the driver. “Think you could,” he says, gesturing around the cars. It is grass and cement, and fuck these guys, he thinks.

“Not if you don’t want to get into it with the cops,” the driver says.

“I will make note of this. Can you say it again, louder, for Doctor Mikhail Makarov, Board Certified Pain In My Ass?” 

The driver chuckles, to which Ivan smiles, because it was a joke, even though he can practically hear Mikhail's offense. I must disagree. Ivan puts the air quotes around it in his head and leans back in his seat, watching the trees move very slowly out the window.

“Sir,” Mikhail says. Ivan puts the phone on speaker and closes his eyes. His boy can and will hold out. He has not eaten in three days or had a drink in two, but Ivan has looked this up online and it is no big fucking deal because he can last three, at minimum, according to people on the internet. Plus, Ivan thinks, he’s healthy, so he can probably go four. “The director said if you kill–"

“Oh, fuck that director,” Ivan snaps. “Those rules do not apply here. If he dies, that is not my problem.” 

On the other end, Mikhail sucks in a deep breath. It is for dramatics and nothing else.

“I will be home when I get home, and we will make sure he gets more than enough water at that time.”

He disconnects the call and tosses it to the side. The reality is, he has thought about this for the entirety of his trip. He wonders, idly, how much water he can pump into one Leo-shaped body and thinks, no better time than now to find out.