@richlust wanted vova
vladimir paces the cement floor of the tiny fake shop where he was sent to meet julius for pick up. bear has no idea what he was picking up, and he doesn't really care, what bothers him was the circumstance. he doesn't trust the other organization in the slightest, least of all the other man who seems to vova like a slippery snake — perplexing and interesting to look at but ready to strike when you least expect it.
when the other male walks through the door, vladimir's body tenses. there's a reason he has been sent, of everyone, because he is the most likely to return unscathed in the event of shit going down. he's a little harder to kill than the others, as it were. when he lays eyes on the other guy, there's that conflicting feeling in his gut that hate to see you, love to watch you sort of thing that he just doesn't pay much attention to because they're supposed to be enemies, right?
"you have the package?" he asks, lifting a lit cigarette to his mouth to take a drag. "here." the russian kicks the duffel bag with the cash in it toward julius. "all there, feel free to count."











