Dec 8, 2023
LADY MACBETH | DELILAH CANNON
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LADY MACBETH | DELILAH CANNON
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pretend you're anything . . . just to be ADORED
★ , no way, haven’t you ever heard of INDIGO BARKOV? perhaps you know them best as GO-GO. spotted under new york's city lights, i’ve heard they’re a TATTOO ARTIST/BUSINESS OWNER/ASSOCIATE that’s protected by THE SAWAYAMAS, spilled blood for loyalty is thicker than water. the rumour goes that the TWENTY-EIGHT YEAR OLD is known to be closed-off and distant, yet laid-back and resourceful. it’s SLOTH that’s their biggest vice, but hey, what do i fuckin’ know? their favourite song on the job is STUPID GIRL by GARBAGE and are never seen without their ROLLERSKATES, hard to believe in superstition in such a godless city. ask the right people and they’ll tell you that they remind them of: THE WAFTING SMELL OF LAVENDER, A GIGGLE IN AN EMPTY ROOM, NEON LIGHTS AND CIGARETTE SMOKE ENTWINED. so whatever you do, and may vengeance have mercy on you, do not fuck with them.
grizz, they/them, est
full name , nicknames : indigo yekaterina barkov , indi/digs/go-go
age , dob , zodiac : twenty - eight , october 28 , scorpio
hometown : kirov, russia
gender , pronouns : trans female , she / they
orientation : bisexual , demiromantic
height : 5′10″
occupation : tattoo artist/business owner
language(s) spoken : russian - fluent , english - fluent , greek - fluent
similar characters : satine ( moulin rouge ) , maeve wiley ( sex education ) , faye valentine ( cowboy bebop ) , mystique ( x-men ) , selina kyle ( gotham ) , wichita ( zombieland ) , summer finn ( 500 days of summer )
biography
an only child to a single father— dima. to make ends meet, he got caught up with the wrong people; in turn becoming a soldier for the sevskaya bratva, an organized crime family located in russia. barely ten years old and she could recall having to take care of their home in his absence.
indigo doesn't remember what happened, or why they had to flee their home. dima would refuse time and time again and give the excuse of it being for her safety. it always felt like it was something he did wrong, she could see it in the way he would refuse to meet her stare or dismiss the discussion entirely.
the age of twelve and indigo— she demands to be called after seeing an ad for an american perfume— finds herself in a cramped one bedroom apartment in brooklyn. this city is gritty, dangerous, and her father teaches her how to protect herself.
dima opens a tattoo shop toska ink, and indigo starts skipping class in favor of learning the trade. she becomes the shop's official receptionist as indigo is able to learn english far faster than her father.
five years pass and the shop starts inviting new and sketchier faces into the fray. the name sawayama is uttered at least four, maybe five times a week and her father still refuses to clue her in on just what those men are doing in the backroom. she asks if he's returned to the life he led and russia, only to receive a smack across the face. indigo wouldn't ask anymore questions.
four more years and her father gets sick. he'd tried to hide it from her as always— it's only on his deathbed does she finally receive answers. the sawayama 'organization', the meetings that take place.. the 'goods' that are sometimes trafficked through.
indigo will never forget the guilt-ridden look on her father's face at the realization that his life is hers now, that he'd effectively damned his daughter to a lifetime of crime at the young age of twenty-two.
she has been the owner and lead artist of toska ink for six years now, and works closely with the sawayama in the form of offering a safe place to talk business without the prying eyes of new york city's finest.
personality & fun facts
there has been no time to grieve, indigo has refused to allow herself a moment of reprieve the loss of her only family. she's far too angry to even consider it.
so unbelievably guarded. smiles are a rarity unless you get under her skin. she tends to keep people at an arms length.
doesn't drive, prefers to rollerskate and take the subways.
is an extremely talented artist and in spite of all this, takes pride in her business and wants to uphold the standard her father placed when he'd initially opened it.
comes off as sarcastic and laid-back, sometimes people underestimate her considering her choice of overtly feminine fashion and platinum blonde hair.
is good at covering up her russian accent. indigo has been in america for longer than she's been in russia, and speaks english more often than her native tongue.
habits
swearing | fingernail chewing | slouching | slurring | drinking | smoking | drugs | impulse decisions | obsessive phone checking | slang | poor grammar | overworking | slacking off | over sleeping | under sleeping | skin picking | poor eye contact | lying | rambling | skipping breakfast | junk food | self criticism | procrastinating | day dreaming | forgetful | envious | jealous | gossiper | drama whore | secret teller | skipping class | spitting | lip licking | lip chewing | drinking from the carton | yelling | too much internet | poor hygiene | impatient | hot headed | biased | complaining | scab picking | buzzfeed | cheek biting | teeth gnashing | shoplifting | scamming | speeding | hair pulling | large ego | exaggerating | fidgeting | free loading | littering | one - upping | whining | borrowing without returning | unnecessary aggression | plagiarism | copying | glaring | spacing out | ignoring | over critical | messy | hateful | overly prideful
what's a king to a 𝐠𝐨𝐝 ?
i ⸻ general
NAME : isadora vargas
NICKNAMES : isa ( to friends and family )
ALIAS : hera
ALLIANCE : sawayama
ROLE : consigliere, socialite
MARITAL STATUS : married
CHILDREN : a child aged 26 - 28 , a daughter aged 15
ii ⸻ personal
SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : biromantic
MORAL ALIGNMENT : lawful evil
SINS : lust / gluttony / greed / sloth / wrath / pride / envy
VIRTUES : chastity / temperance / charity / diligence / patience / kindness / humility
iii ⸻ biography
she was born with the silver spoon in her mouth. her parents came from old money that went back generations, and that wealth was only grown by their hedge fund and investment firm, an easy way to hide all their off shore accounts.
rather than consider herself lucky for being born into such comfort and luxury, isadora opened her mouth and choked on her wealth. she let it consume her, let herself be swept up in holidays to europe all year round, expensive jewellery, and an iron fist that she ruled both her high school and college with because everyone knew she had the power to destroy them if they crossed her. she had the money and the means and she learnt while she was still young that there was little she enjoyed more than control.
she held a degree in law, though she hadn't much reason to use it. she spent more of her time as a socialite, attending charity galas and luncheons, convincing the public that she was as sweet as sugar and gathering secrets to ensure all the vultures in her circle could never dethrone her.
her first marriage was a lesson. she'd always had a soft heart and tended to fall in love with anyone who could see her humour and the slivers of kindness that existed deep within her. but she'd repressed all that, convinced that marrying for love was for poor people. so she married someone that fit in with her lifestyle, someone she thought would look good on her arm at her events and she got along with well enough. they married when she was 20, and divorced when she was 22, but at least he made her a mother before it all fell apart.
her father tugged her into business with the sawayama's not long after that, putting her law degree to some use. she worked as part of their legal team and was always good at finding loopholes to get them out of trouble.
isadora hadn't exactly planned on a second partner coming into her life after the failure that was the first time, but she hardly had a choice. love pulled her into it's arms and held her there, motherhood finally opening her heart up to the possibility. she fell deep and hard, and she knew that she would do anything to keep such happiness in her grasp.
she didn't have nearly as much luck when it came to expanding her family, though. her first pregnancy had been hard on her body, and it took years until she could have another baby. it left her a little more caring for the younger recruits in the organization, had her less obsessed with herself and far more capable of taking care of others for the first time. by the time her second child came around, she had a new reputation amongst the sawayama's as the one who people could go to for advice, especially if they were in trouble.
eventually she was offered her place as the consigliere, and isadora would never dream of turning such an opportunity down. she'd learned plenty of the business in all her years there, and she knew well enough what needed to be done to maintain her lifestyle. not only that, but the sawayama's had become almost like a second family to her. doling out her advice and her judgement without much prompt.
overall, she's a judgy bitch that thinks she's better than everyone but also has a soft spot for her family and the younger members of the organization. loves being a socialite and having the public think that she's an angel that donates to charity while she rides around in limos with a hand gun in her purse and a knife strapped to her thigh.
ZAKIR SETHUPATHI
nickname; baagee ( rebel in Hindi ) // age; 27 years old - january 8th 1972 // gender/pronouns; cis-man, he/him // occupation; rapper/associate // protected by sawayama // from new delhi, india
quick summary;
Zakir was born in New Delhi, India to a Muslim father and a Hindu mother. The preasure was always on, growing up. To get the highest marks at school, to be the perfect son. Zakir excelled in very little aside from languages. And as a darker skinned brown kid, he was at the mercy of his peers constantly. His uncle, a delhi businessman, travelled often to the USA, and brought back cassettes filled with hip-hop music for his nephews; Zakir and his three younger brothers. Unlike his brothers, Zakir grew obsessed with it. He'd written poetry all his life, and here was something that put poetry to music. Only a month before he turned eighteen, Zakir immigrated to New York City, to the city where hip-hop was born. He'd always thought that these kids were similar to him, facing the same struggles because of the colour of their skin. Reality hit him only a few months into trying to make a name for himself. He continued his attempt at doing exactly what everyone around him was doing, until he realised he was lacking in two things; originality and money. He started working for the Sawayama organisation as an interpreter and translator, able to switch quickly between languages. And this too he began using in his music.
personality;
Zakir has sculpted a personality for himself that he uses when in public, going by his stage name Baagee, meaning rebel in Hindi, he is all suave and charming. He's loose and easy to talk to, will spark up conversations with anyone, and isn't afraid to talk about his passion and his talents. He comes off as loving expensive things, beautiful women, and fast cars, while switching between languages at the drop of a head to impress people.
In the company of friends however, Zakir is much more anxious and reserved. He tends to say fewer words and gives more meaning to gestures and non-verbal communication. He's a romantic at heart, always looking for genuine love from others, and always worried about distorting this image of the suave rapper. He's especially worried of the outside world learning of his bisexuality, after all, a rapper is supposed to be seen with a woman at his side, not another man.
head canons;
Zakir is a polyglot, he was quick to pick up new languages in his youth and has mastered several, while always picking up new ones. At current he's fluent in Hindi, English, Russian, Urdu, and Arabic. While being able to understand and convey a general message in Spanish, Gujarati, and Japanese. And learning Mandarin and Portuguese.
He always wears glasses, most often sunglasses.
Can often be seen scribbling down new ideas in his notebook; sentences he hears that would work good in a song, concepts that would make for good songs, little poems, and quotes from people around him.
He addresses anyone his age with either habibi ( 'my dear' or 'my love' in Arabic ) or bhai ( 'brother' in Hindi / Indic language ), and anyone older than him as auntie or uncle. Does this consistently and with respect.
Despite his mastery of languages, Zakir still has a distinct accent when speaking in Russian, English or Spanish.
connections;
wanted;
friends
enemies
people he can learn languages from
fellow artists (any type of creative)
fans of his music
established;
Anchali Malee Shinawatra - pen pall / unrequited love
Katherine Boyd - friend / mutual banter
MATEVOS HAKOBYAN
nickname; wolf // age; 35 years old - march 17th 1964 // gender/pronouns; cis-man, he/him // occupation; veterinarian/capo // protected by moreno // from oxford uk santa fe new mexico usa
quick summary;
Matevos was born to an Armenian father and a British mother in Santa Fe, New Mexico. His father was always too wrapped up in his past to fuss over his son, his future. His mother was always too busy with trying to pay their bills, and often overlooked her son. There was always a pressure to perform, good grades meant a better job. Bad grades meant he'd go to bed hungry. He grew up in poverty, there were more days in the year that they didn't have power or running water than days where they did. Eventually Matevos left home and cut himself off from the people who raised him. He took up a British accent - easy to do since he'd heard his mother all his life - and moved to New York. His bulky build and the fact that he's good with his fists got him in the Moreno gang at seventeen. Starting off as a groundling, Matevos worked his way up the ranks. It wasn't his intelligence but his sheer force of will and practicality that got him far enough to be a capo. He runs his area from the back of his veterinarian practice, and nobody can actually say whether Matevos is fully licensed or if he simply forged his papers.
personality;
Matevos is a rather charming individual, he comes off as a big goof, messy hair, baggy clothes, always an easy smile, but he can also beat you up in seconds. His strength is that you can never be sure when he'll turn to violence, or even if he will. He's far too likely to solve things by talking. Which makes it all the more jarring when he does end up using his fists. He genuinely thinks that people who have dogs are superior or who dogs like. He often keeps a dog around when he invites people to his practice because he will trust the opinion of the dog on the character of the person. Don't mistake his general aloofness for naiveté however, Matevos might never have been the best student, but he's incredibly street smart.
head canons;
He loves dogs, he always wanted one when he was a kid. However, he still doesn't own one.
Has an intense addiction to coffee. If he doesn't get his morning coffee, he starts developing shivers and becomes absolutely cranky.
Matevos spends most of his time at his practice, either doing his day-time job or his second job.
Washes himself with dog shampoo at times. His hair is always a messy head of curls.
He has been in New York City since age 17 / 1981.
He was raised as an Orthodox Christian, but doesn't practice anymore. His father's family survived the Armenian genocide and fled to Oxford, UK. His father then cut all ties with them and took his new wife to the USA to start a life there. The fact that Matevos left in his turn has made it feel like a family curse to him.
connections;
wanted;
Soldiers under Moreno that fall under his territory
Friends / friendlies
Enemies
established;
Elspeth Sun - dating
Meredith Griffin - friend / drinking buddy
domino glazer ... google doc ✦ pinterest ✦ spotify
her walls are up — it’s all a facade ... say hello to the wildcard.
this is just the og app .. need to put it somewhere !!
\̲\̲ jodie comer, cis woman + she / her ] ⠀★ , no way, haven’t you ever heard of domino glazer? perhaps you know them best as wildcard spotted under new york's city lights, i’ve heard they’re a blackjack dealer & croupier at the halcyon / soldier that’s protected by the morenos, spilled blood for loyalty is thicker than water. the rumour goes that the thirty year old is known to be enigmatic and volatile, yet deft and adaptable. it’s wrath that’s their biggest vice, but hey, what do i fuckin’ know? their favourite song on the job is blue monday by new order and are never seen without a weathered polaroid of a tightrope walker beaming from great heights, hard to believe in superstition in such a godless city. ask the right people and they’ll tell you that they remind them of: studying a reflection unfamiliar in the remnants of a smashed mirror as you embody the elegant poise and echo the saccharine tone of an old hollywood starlet gracing the screen of a tiny black-and-white television ; rusted can tipped on its side — potent trail creeping up on a lone house swallowed whole by the glow of dastardly flames ; hand-bound notebook penned with aliases and elaborate prosopographies tucked beneath a floorboard concealed by an ornate rug rich in ruby & gold / amy dunne (gone girl), jack wilder (now you see me), debbie ocean (ocean’s 8), sarah manning (orphan black). so whatever you do, and may vengeance have mercy on you, do not fuck with them.
𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑹𝑨 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑿 ...
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦
𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐄 𝐗 𝐓 𝐑 𝐀 . . .
name ( s ) : miriam ' mira ' bloom . alias : m , mira . d . o . b . may 29 , 1948 . in : brooklyn , new york . she holds citizenship in the united states of america . she speaks : english , understands and reads hebrew . religious beliefs : jewish , but grew up in a catholic run orphanage . educational achievements : bachelors degree in forensic science . current occupation : forensic analyst ( crime scene investigator ) . former occupation : worked the 2 am shift as a waitress in one of those questionable diners during her early twenties . eye colour : hazel . hair colour : dark chocolate brown , warm toned formally dyed a reddish-brown in her youth . height : 5′6″ , 167 cm . distinguishing characteristic : scar from bullet nicking her left upper arm .
current theory : can confirm lev ' lucky ' moreneo fell off the roof . frequent locations : her apartment , the nearest coffee shop , st augustine hospital . habits : stress drinking , desires for things to be in excess . prized possession : not prized , but she always carries a ball point pen and she does have a golden bullet on her dresser mantel made from melted down wedding rings .
inspo ; 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 ( 𝘹-𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 ) , 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 ( 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺'𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 ) ,
𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘 . . .
the room is cold and overcrowded, yet without her sister, completely alone. a crucifix hangs overhead each door way and the women in habits crossing the echoing halls peer in with scowls on their faces. 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥. devoid of all love, but it's where she learns. no one will comfort the scraped knees stinging from a fresh burn, no one will offer a helping hand and no one, not even a sister is dependable. and a sense of self? 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯. that is who she goes out into the world as, past the heavy wooden double doors of the orphanage. a girl unknown. and a sister on the run, both unable to face their reflections in the mirror. and so, miriam finds herself in others. she collects, she steals until she curates herself a mask to her own idealizing perfection, and who is this woman? she's accomplished. she doesn't allow people to make a fool of her ( so she never lets people in ) and her career, she can take care of herself. it's reputable but it costs money she doesn't have and her people skills are subpar so the warm friendly smile of the morning shift waitress is taken by a golden haired woman, and mira takes the ungodly hour. but the two am diner shift are hardly known to keep reputable company, which is exactly why she meets him. sitting there with a cigarette hanging from his lips and a slice of flavorless apple pie on a plate in front of him. and so youth is traded for what? the idea of love? 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺? it ends with a bullet shard nicking the flesh of her arm and a new mask. this one harbors morality, an inflation on the moral righteousness of her soul. to work her way up in the world analyzing it for what it truly is. humanity is a crime and she sees it first hand. as the sisters always told her, everyone is born of original sin, even the child her sister bears, the one mria promises to look out for long after he too claims product to original sin.
𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐂 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 𝐒 . . .
watch your back , she's confirmed, in her very professional opinion that lev moreno was in fact pushed off a roof and that's getting a little too close to the truth. what else has she seen at the scene of the crime that others do not want her to see? or sway facts in their favor
the nephew ( 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵 ) , the son of her sister she promised to keep an eye on for. ironically, it feels like she's seen him more than her own sister.
morality of blackmail , she has never taken a bribe and because of this mira finds herself in a morally righteous state. will she finally crack? the facade broken down to reveal she's just as bad as everyone else. this person can try.
𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑭𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 ...
𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯
𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐄 𝐗 𝐓 𝐑 𝐀 . . .
name ( s ) : viktor drake ( undisclosed government name ) . alias : viktor drake , vik , viky ( careful with that one ) . d . o . b . december 4 , 1943 . in : san francisco , california . he holds citizenship in the united states of america . he speaks : english , moreno version of italian . religious beliefs : raised by non-practicing roman catholics — returned upon moreno family undercover op . educational achievements : bachelors degree in criminal justice . current occupation : underboss for the moreno family . former occupation : fbi agent until '78 . eye colour : dark brown . hair colour : black varies from shoulder length to shorter , namely shorter in the 70's and 80's . height : 6′1″ , 186 cm . distinguishing characteristic : aroma of tobacco lingering , catholic crucifix tattoo between his shoulder blades with latin writing .
current theory : possible waning confidence on the state of the moreno's after lev's death . frequent locations : the halcyon , hotel calgarie when necessary , the one chinese restaurant off fifth ave . habits : spending holidays alone at restaurants , smoking excessively . prized possession : engraved zippo lighter gifted to him by the late lev ' lucky ' moreno .
inspo ; 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘰 ( 1997 ) , 𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵 ( 𝘹-𝘮𝘦𝘯 ) , 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘩 ( 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 ) , 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘 . . .
the day one is born, one is nearly taken. a life for a life, living on borrowed time and death comes like a debt collector one cold december night. a place he hasn't been, but new york whispers its promises, where twinkling lights illuminate the city and the rush of the metro past the vacant platform tightens a boy's grip on his mother's hand. darkness never shrouds them but the light flickering overhead gives way to the cold barrel of a gun pointing at her, the woman whose hand he holds. and it's always the same; the pearls around her neck, the purse over her shoulder. . . 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, and because of this she must let go. and upon returning, san francisco is colder somehow, the fog is heavier and the cherry red cable cars rolling up and down familiar streets remain his only constant. his father sits in the corner of the living room with silent regret louder than words can ever be. he should have gone with them. and she's still there too, his mother, in debt to death more than most, but left with a reminder. 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. and that reminder is a push of fate, his fate. next to his father's morning coffee, the newspaper headlining the fbi's most wanted and a mugshot searing into his memory, one of them. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. his twenties are serviced to a double life. a throw away special agent, one foot in and one out. he's expendable enough, but he's ' got what it takes ' they tell him. he's the one who can end it all. and he thinks so too. pompous might and the expense of youth, the fbi craves it. but so does another. at the hands of a fresh faced attorney he finds his way in. she is the first to bind him, and soon wire tapped conversations and acceptance from crooks feels a little less like a means to an fbi weekly check in. mannerisms cannot be turned off, speech patterns bleed into outside conversations, and relationships. . . 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳. years in. he marries, for his cover. he fathers children, for his cover. he kills, for his cover and he's disowned, for his cover. . . 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. and lev moreno knows this, it's a waiting game. a test and viktor makes his decision the day he blows the fbi's sting operation. his pledge of allegiance, but his penance is serving at the bottom, until again, he makes a sacrifice at the alter of lev moreno. his blood ties are chosen and it's all he has left. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥. the climb to the top is not without sacrifice, and when he can give no more he finds the title he's come to earn to be no less a personal hell than the one he's paid for since the day he chose.
𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐂 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 𝐒 . . .
the agent , the partner he had when part of the fbi in the '70s, the one that he checked in with during his undercover op who he blindsided after turning on the fbi for the moreno family
the ex wife ( 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘯 ) , she was his initial ' in ' with the moreno family back in the 70's and the mother of his child, divorcing in '81.
trust issues , neither seem to be too fond of each other, reasons neither can seem to articulate. call it a hunch, a feeling. in the moreno group and would not be aware, like most are not of the fbi past
keeping the bed warm , it's as heartless as it sounds, and both know it.
( 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 )