#nadezhdaxyuryeva

[maksimkurylenko]

FOR: @nadezhdaxyuryeva

Maksim sauntered, hand sliding down the silk of his suit, the smoke hanging from lips. Cold air, exactly what he needed. Business was going well when it came to his bar, small, isolated, dive-like. Just what he'd needed, a space to conquer that was his own. Being away from it? Even for a night, felt odd. Maksim had been living and breathing in the space as of recently. A night away was needed, the only reason he'd agreed to do this shit. Last time, well...a sigh fell from his lips. It'd been damn near perfect.

He stumped out the smoke and lit another.

Maksim saw her the second the doors opened. "Hello, Nadz."

[maksimkurylenko]

FOR: @nadezhdaxyuryeva WHEN: September, 24' WHERE: Maksim's apartment.

"I'd offer you something to drink, but my fridge is about as deserted as Aurélie's eyes at the end of the after-party." His easy grin was one he kept for those on the same side as him, even if it was sometimes rather contentious. "make yourself at home, sorry it's not..." using his hand to gesture to the mix-match room and things he'd found for cheap in the charity shops outside of London.

Who knew London Charity shops charged designer rates. Fucking ridiculous.

But the question still remained, his brows drawn. "I gotta' ask...what the fuck are you doing here? At my place?" Because trust him, there were far better places the two of them could've met.