Viktoriya

1998 Belova

[the-other-belova]

Privyet, товарищи (comrades). I'm Viktoriya Belova, though if you know me well enough, you can call me Vicky. Former Red Room operative, ex-assassin, current problem solver. I survived a lot of shit, but let’s be real—I’m still figuring out how to live.

To get the obvious out of the way: ✔️ Yes, I was an assassin. ❌ No, I didn’t have a choice. ✔️ Yes, I am safe to be around (unless you deserve otherwise).

I have two rules: Don’t lie to me, and don’t mess with my family. Break either, and well… let’s just say I have a very particular set of skills.

Face claim: Claire Holt

[babys-got-a-gun]

Hello, this is KGB, we have got assignment for you

Wha-

*loading in Russian*

Auntie x2 The Red Room came back some fucking way

@your-fav-russian-assassin @the-other-belova

[the-other-belova]

No fucking way! What the hell is happening?

[icarusofathousanddays]

Does Damon know how to do his own laundry?

Yes (#malefeminist #doinghispartinthehousehold)

Yes (but only because Bonnie refused to help do it in the prison world)

Yes (but only after the finale when he was human with Elena)

Yes (learning was part of his childhood plan to run away from his dad)

Yes (but only because Jeremy sent Elena an article on weaponized incompetence)

Yes (he learned while he was in the army)

No (he was a rich human and then got mind control powers, he outsources it)

No (he just buys a brand new wardrobe whenever his clothes get dirty)

No (Stefan does it for him... even their relationship is on the rocks)

No (he's always had a girlfriend willing to do it for him)

No (he's a misogynist)

Voting ended onJul 6

[damonic-possession]

I do my own laundry. Maybe some of you should be put in the washing machine as well.

[the-other-belova]

as someone who's been put int he washing machine as a child, it's a shit idea

very spiny, zero stars

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp! Kitten fluff!!

Bucky had been feeding a stray for a while now. She was a beautiful brown tabby that waited by the window to the fire escape every day for food. He had let her in one night when rain was coming down in sheets, and let her have a small corner of blankets to herself. In the morning he… found she had kittens. He stares blankly at them for a moment, then absolutely melts.

He keeps them a secret for a couple weeks, just because he doesn’t want to be told he can’t keep them yet. Until someone walks in on him while he has all six mewling kittens in his arms.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya unlocks the door with the spare key he regrettably gave her months ago, muttering in Russian under her breath about “old men with memory problems,” before freezing dead in the doorway.

“James…you reproduced. There are six tiny Barnes in your lap.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky stares blankly at her for a moment, then looks down at the kittens. They squirm and mew quietly. “… well, no, but—“ he chuckles. “They’re cute, aren’t they?”

[the-other-belova]

“Of course they are cute. Is tiny cat. This is their whole strategy.” She glances at him with the faintest smirk. “You are completely compromised now, Soldat.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky sets them down on the floor. He then flinches, but tries to hide it. “I’m not Soldat anymore.” He says quietly, then shakes his head. “I’ve been compromised.”

[the-other-belova]

“…I know,” she says after a moment, accent softer now. Then she nudges a kitten toward him with her finger. “But Winter Soldier did not rescue wet cat from rainstorm, hm? James Barnes did.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky sighs and pets the kitten as their mom comes over, watching Viktoriya carefully. “Winter was about as excited to see the kittens as I was…” he mumbles, then ducks his head down, suddenly remembering that she doesn’t know about Winter.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya is quiet for a second, watching him over the top of the cat currently attempting to attack her sleeve. “You can tell me when you stop looking like you swallowed land mine, James.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky sighs and scoops one of the kittens up. “I just… Winter’s not… all that bad. We’ve been working on getting better… sharing.” He hates how childish that sounds.

[the-other-belova]

She reaches over and scratches the kitten under its chin. “If Winter is helping instead of hurting, then good. You do not have to be embarrassed for surviving in strange ways.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky nods, somewhat thankful that she’s not… worried about this. “Yeah?” He sighs and pets Alpine idly. “I’m trying my best.”

[the-other-belova]

“Besides, if he likes kittens, I already trust him more than half the Avengers.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky chuckles. “Oh really?” He snorts and shakes his head. “I don’t think liking kittens is a good judge of character…”

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya arches an eyebrow, smirk creeping back. “Ah, James… maybe not. But anyone who can hold tiny screaming murder machines without running, is someone I can tolerate.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky snorts. “Hey… he likes soft things.” He gently scoops one of the kittens up. It mewls before settling down.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya tilts her head, watching him with a faintly amused expression.

“That explains why you are ruined by tiny furballs already.” She reaches out, letting one kitten crawl onto her lap. “Do not get used to this weakness, Barnes..or I will use it against you.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp! Kitten fluff!!

Bucky had been feeding a stray for a while now. She was a beautiful brown tabby that waited by the window to the fire escape every day for food. He had let her in one night when rain was coming down in sheets, and let her have a small corner of blankets to herself. In the morning he… found she had kittens. He stares blankly at them for a moment, then absolutely melts.

He keeps them a secret for a couple weeks, just because he doesn’t want to be told he can’t keep them yet. Until someone walks in on him while he has all six mewling kittens in his arms.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya unlocks the door with the spare key he regrettably gave her months ago, muttering in Russian under her breath about “old men with memory problems,” before freezing dead in the doorway.

“James…you reproduced. There are six tiny Barnes in your lap.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky stares blankly at her for a moment, then looks down at the kittens. They squirm and mew quietly. “… well, no, but—“ he chuckles. “They’re cute, aren’t they?”

[the-other-belova]

“Of course they are cute. Is tiny cat. This is their whole strategy.” She glances at him with the faintest smirk. “You are completely compromised now, Soldat.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky sets them down on the floor. He then flinches, but tries to hide it. “I’m not Soldat anymore.” He says quietly, then shakes his head. “I’ve been compromised.”

[the-other-belova]

“…I know,” she says after a moment, accent softer now. Then she nudges a kitten toward him with her finger. “But Winter Soldier did not rescue wet cat from rainstorm, hm? James Barnes did.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky sighs and pets the kitten as their mom comes over, watching Viktoriya carefully. “Winter was about as excited to see the kittens as I was…” he mumbles, then ducks his head down, suddenly remembering that she doesn’t know about Winter.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya is quiet for a second, watching him over the top of the cat currently attempting to attack her sleeve. “You can tell me when you stop looking like you swallowed land mine, James.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky sighs and scoops one of the kittens up. “I just… Winter’s not… all that bad. We’ve been working on getting better… sharing.” He hates how childish that sounds.

[the-other-belova]

She reaches over and scratches the kitten under its chin. “If Winter is helping instead of hurting, then good. You do not have to be embarrassed for surviving in strange ways.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky nods, somewhat thankful that she’s not… worried about this. “Yeah?” He sighs and pets Alpine idly. “I’m trying my best.”

[the-other-belova]

“Besides, if he likes kittens, I already trust him more than half the Avengers.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky chuckles. “Oh really?” He snorts and shakes his head. “I don’t think liking kittens is a good judge of character…”

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya arches an eyebrow, smirk creeping back. “Ah, James… maybe not. But anyone who can hold tiny screaming murder machines without running, is someone I can tolerate.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp! Kitten fluff!!

Bucky had been feeding a stray for a while now. She was a beautiful brown tabby that waited by the window to the fire escape every day for food. He had let her in one night when rain was coming down in sheets, and let her have a small corner of blankets to herself. In the morning he… found she had kittens. He stares blankly at them for a moment, then absolutely melts.

He keeps them a secret for a couple weeks, just because he doesn’t want to be told he can’t keep them yet. Until someone walks in on him while he has all six mewling kittens in his arms.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya unlocks the door with the spare key he regrettably gave her months ago, muttering in Russian under her breath about “old men with memory problems,” before freezing dead in the doorway.

“James…you reproduced. There are six tiny Barnes in your lap.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky stares blankly at her for a moment, then looks down at the kittens. They squirm and mew quietly. “… well, no, but—“ he chuckles. “They’re cute, aren’t they?”

[the-other-belova]

“Of course they are cute. Is tiny cat. This is their whole strategy.” She glances at him with the faintest smirk. “You are completely compromised now, Soldat.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky sets them down on the floor. He then flinches, but tries to hide it. “I’m not Soldat anymore.” He says quietly, then shakes his head. “I’ve been compromised.”

[the-other-belova]

“…I know,” she says after a moment, accent softer now. Then she nudges a kitten toward him with her finger. “But Winter Soldier did not rescue wet cat from rainstorm, hm? James Barnes did.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky sighs and pets the kitten as their mom comes over, watching Viktoriya carefully. “Winter was about as excited to see the kittens as I was…” he mumbles, then ducks his head down, suddenly remembering that she doesn’t know about Winter.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya is quiet for a second, watching him over the top of the cat currently attempting to attack her sleeve. “You can tell me when you stop looking like you swallowed land mine, James.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky sighs and scoops one of the kittens up. “I just… Winter’s not… all that bad. We’ve been working on getting better… sharing.” He hates how childish that sounds.

[the-other-belova]

She reaches over and scratches the kitten under its chin. “If Winter is helping instead of hurting, then good. You do not have to be embarrassed for surviving in strange ways.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky nods, somewhat thankful that she’s not… worried about this. “Yeah?” He sighs and pets Alpine idly. “I’m trying my best.”

[the-other-belova]

“Besides, if he likes kittens, I already trust him more than half the Avengers.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp! Kitten fluff!!

Bucky had been feeding a stray for a while now. She was a beautiful brown tabby that waited by the window to the fire escape every day for food. He had let her in one night when rain was coming down in sheets, and let her have a small corner of blankets to herself. In the morning he… found she had kittens. He stares blankly at them for a moment, then absolutely melts.

He keeps them a secret for a couple weeks, just because he doesn’t want to be told he can’t keep them yet. Until someone walks in on him while he has all six mewling kittens in his arms.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya unlocks the door with the spare key he regrettably gave her months ago, muttering in Russian under her breath about “old men with memory problems,” before freezing dead in the doorway.

“James…you reproduced. There are six tiny Barnes in your lap.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky stares blankly at her for a moment, then looks down at the kittens. They squirm and mew quietly. “… well, no, but—“ he chuckles. “They’re cute, aren’t they?”

[the-other-belova]

“Of course they are cute. Is tiny cat. This is their whole strategy.” She glances at him with the faintest smirk. “You are completely compromised now, Soldat.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky sets them down on the floor. He then flinches, but tries to hide it. “I’m not Soldat anymore.” He says quietly, then shakes his head. “I’ve been compromised.”

[the-other-belova]

“…I know,” she says after a moment, accent softer now. Then she nudges a kitten toward him with her finger. “But Winter Soldier did not rescue wet cat from rainstorm, hm? James Barnes did.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky sighs and pets the kitten as their mom comes over, watching Viktoriya carefully. “Winter was about as excited to see the kittens as I was…” he mumbles, then ducks his head down, suddenly remembering that she doesn’t know about Winter.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya is quiet for a second, watching him over the top of the cat currently attempting to attack her sleeve. “You can tell me when you stop looking like you swallowed land mine, James.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky sighs and scoops one of the kittens up. “I just… Winter’s not… all that bad. We’ve been working on getting better… sharing.” He hates how childish that sounds.

[the-other-belova]

She reaches over and scratches the kitten under its chin. “If Winter is helping instead of hurting, then good. You do not have to be embarrassed for surviving in strange ways.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp! Kitten fluff!!

Bucky had been feeding a stray for a while now. She was a beautiful brown tabby that waited by the window to the fire escape every day for food. He had let her in one night when rain was coming down in sheets, and let her have a small corner of blankets to herself. In the morning he… found she had kittens. He stares blankly at them for a moment, then absolutely melts.

He keeps them a secret for a couple weeks, just because he doesn’t want to be told he can’t keep them yet. Until someone walks in on him while he has all six mewling kittens in his arms.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya unlocks the door with the spare key he regrettably gave her months ago, muttering in Russian under her breath about “old men with memory problems,” before freezing dead in the doorway.

“James…you reproduced. There are six tiny Barnes in your lap.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky stares blankly at her for a moment, then looks down at the kittens. They squirm and mew quietly. “… well, no, but—“ he chuckles. “They’re cute, aren’t they?”

[the-other-belova]

“Of course they are cute. Is tiny cat. This is their whole strategy.” She glances at him with the faintest smirk. “You are completely compromised now, Soldat.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky sets them down on the floor. He then flinches, but tries to hide it. “I’m not Soldat anymore.” He says quietly, then shakes his head. “I’ve been compromised.”

[the-other-belova]

“…I know,” she says after a moment, accent softer now. Then she nudges a kitten toward him with her finger. “But Winter Soldier did not rescue wet cat from rainstorm, hm? James Barnes did.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky sighs and pets the kitten as their mom comes over, watching Viktoriya carefully. “Winter was about as excited to see the kittens as I was…” he mumbles, then ducks his head down, suddenly remembering that she doesn’t know about Winter.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya is quiet for a second, watching him over the top of the cat currently attempting to attack her sleeve. “You can tell me when you stop looking like you swallowed land mine, James.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp! Kitten fluff!!

Bucky had been feeding a stray for a while now. She was a beautiful brown tabby that waited by the window to the fire escape every day for food. He had let her in one night when rain was coming down in sheets, and let her have a small corner of blankets to herself. In the morning he… found she had kittens. He stares blankly at them for a moment, then absolutely melts.

He keeps them a secret for a couple weeks, just because he doesn’t want to be told he can’t keep them yet. Until someone walks in on him while he has all six mewling kittens in his arms.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya unlocks the door with the spare key he regrettably gave her months ago, muttering in Russian under her breath about “old men with memory problems,” before freezing dead in the doorway.

“James…you reproduced. There are six tiny Barnes in your lap.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky stares blankly at her for a moment, then looks down at the kittens. They squirm and mew quietly. “… well, no, but—“ he chuckles. “They’re cute, aren’t they?”

[the-other-belova]

“Of course they are cute. Is tiny cat. This is their whole strategy.” She glances at him with the faintest smirk. “You are completely compromised now, Soldat.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky sets them down on the floor. He then flinches, but tries to hide it. “I’m not Soldat anymore.” He says quietly, then shakes his head. “I’ve been compromised.”

[the-other-belova]

“…I know,” she says after a moment, accent softer now. Then she nudges a kitten toward him with her finger. “But Winter Soldier did not rescue wet cat from rainstorm, hm? James Barnes did.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp! Kitten fluff!!

Bucky had been feeding a stray for a while now. She was a beautiful brown tabby that waited by the window to the fire escape every day for food. He had let her in one night when rain was coming down in sheets, and let her have a small corner of blankets to herself. In the morning he… found she had kittens. He stares blankly at them for a moment, then absolutely melts.

He keeps them a secret for a couple weeks, just because he doesn’t want to be told he can’t keep them yet. Until someone walks in on him while he has all six mewling kittens in his arms.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya unlocks the door with the spare key he regrettably gave her months ago, muttering in Russian under her breath about “old men with memory problems,” before freezing dead in the doorway.

“James…you reproduced. There are six tiny Barnes in your lap.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Bucky stares blankly at her for a moment, then looks down at the kittens. They squirm and mew quietly. “… well, no, but—“ he chuckles. “They’re cute, aren’t they?”

[the-other-belova]

“Of course they are cute. Is tiny cat. This is their whole strategy.” She glances at him with the faintest smirk. “You are completely compromised now, Soldat.”

[the-winter-soldierr]

Open rp! Kitten fluff!!

Bucky had been feeding a stray for a while now. She was a beautiful brown tabby that waited by the window to the fire escape every day for food. He had let her in one night when rain was coming down in sheets, and let her have a small corner of blankets to herself. In the morning he… found she had kittens. He stares blankly at them for a moment, then absolutely melts.

He keeps them a secret for a couple weeks, just because he doesn’t want to be told he can’t keep them yet. Until someone walks in on him while he has all six mewling kittens in his arms.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya unlocks the door with the spare key he regrettably gave her months ago, muttering in Russian under her breath about “old men with memory problems,” before freezing dead in the doorway.

“James…you reproduced. There are six tiny Barnes in your lap.”

[your-fav-russian-assassin]

H RHYURHDHDHDJSJEHDH RED AT FF GED H D HD A RDT

[babys-got-a-gun]

I feel like I should get someone at this point

[your-fav-russian-assassin]

Mayyyybe

[babys-got-a-gun]

@the-other-belova @the-forgotten-belova

@the-new-hawkeye @purplearrowgirl @katezarrowzz

@thebestmerc-1 @art3m1sm00n

If I don't know you, hi, this is Ofeliya and I'm one of Yelena's nieces

You're on her list of contacts and I'm too gay to deal with a drunk Yelena(at least I'm pretty sure she's drunk)

[the-other-belova]

She’s fun when drunk.

[pretty-little-red-psycho]

Tw: mentions of murder, blood, death, knives, guns, corpses

The Scarlet Scythe had struck again. Three armed male assassins much bigger than her teen self. All dead within a matter of minutes. One shot in the heart, another had a knife to the heart and the last with a slit throat. Now all that remained were hiding the bodies of the people working for the monsters that created her in the first place. To her they were all the same. Anyone who willingly went with them should be dead. Those who did have at least some heart got the right to live.

Of course to the rest of the world that doesn't know the horrors it all seemed like a terrible crime that should be punished. An evil, cruel thing because to them everything is black and white. Though her and the people that made her have the factor that they both view the world in shades of grey.

She continues to hide the body when she notices movement in the shadows. Unfortunately, she doesn't have the time to escape until she realizes who it is. "You're not law enforcement, are you?" Ruby questions raising an eyebrow.

Tagging ppl(meet my book oc guys!!!): @narwhals-randomness @annathemcuandstlover @thatone-midgardian @the-forgotten-girl

and other ppl who might like to read this as like a bonus chapter of Children of Broken Glass or smth: @yelenaschild @cantchooseafav @widowwhisper @pinkfeatherglass

[the-other-belova]

“Not really, no” Vik revealed herself, a hand hovering over the gun in her belt. “Well technically I’m outside the law myself”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

Viktoriya hadn’t meant to bump into her, honestly, she hadn’t even seen her coming. One second she was on her phone, the next, coffee splashed across both of them.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” she snapped, brushing her jacket off with an annoyed huff before glancing up at the stranger.

@the-other-belova

(this is so basic, im sorry ahh 😭)

Mira had woken up here in the middle of some place that she had never seen before. One moment she was running as fast as she could through the maze and the next, here she was, running into some woman.

"Um... sorry.." she says distracted, moving past the woman, trying to situate herself.

(its okay lololol)

[the-other-belova]

Before Mira could take another step, Viktoriya reached out, fingers closing around her arm. Not hard, but firm enough to stop her.

“Hey, slow down,” she said, her tone sharp but not unkind. “You look like you just ran through a war zone. You lost or something?” Her eyes scanned the girl’s face, searching for a hint of recognition. “Because I’ve never seen you here before.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

"I'm fine! Leave me alone!" Mira snaps bitterly and shoves her off. She was confused and scared and lashing out.

"I.. I don't.." she looks around, overwhelmed. Where were the others? Where were Thomas and Newt and Minho? One second she was with them, and the next she was here. "Where the fuck are we?"

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya stumbled back a step from the shove. Normally, she’d have snapped right back, but the look in the girl’s eyes wasn’t anger, it was pure panic.

“Okay, okay, easy,” she said, raising her hands slightly in a show of peace. “You’re not the first person to wake up here confused.”

Her voice softened just a bit, though her accent still cut through the air. “You’re in New York. Midtown, to be exact. So unless you somehow fell out of the sky, I’m guessing something went really wrong on your end.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

"New York? What the hell is 'New York'?" Mira looks around panicked. Viktoriya steps closer to her and Mira moves back, taking a dagger from her belt and holding it, blade pointing at Viktoriya.

"Don't come any closer. I swear to god I will slit your throat." she says, determined not to show how afraid she was deep down.

[the-other-belova]

Her gaze flicked to the blade, then back to Mira’s trembling hands. “That’s cute,” she said evenly, voice low and controlled. “But if you were going to slit my throat, you would’ve done it already.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

Mira huffs and tucks her blade into her belt. "Fine. Just... help me then.. I guess..."

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya let out a short breath, folding her arms like she wasn’t about to sprint off or shove Mira into another wall. “Alright,” she said, voice clipped but steady. “You’re not dying on my watch, too much paperwork.” She offered a hand, “I’m Viktoriya.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

Mira chuckles.

"Like I'd tell you my name."

She says before continuing to walk.

[the-other-belova]

“We move somewhere less… crowded. Coffee shop, alley, whatever. You talk, I listen. And if you try anything funny, I will tie you up and make you explain. Got it, malenkaya?”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

"Fine. Whatever." Mira follows her.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya keeps her pace steady, eyes flicking to every face they pass like a hawk. “Coffee first, questions later,” she says, pulling Mira into a narrow side street away from the crowd. She jerks a thumb at a dim cafe with peeling paint. “Sit. Don’t wander off."

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

Mira sits down, her expression not giving anything away. “Ask then. I’m not gonna guarantee that I’ll give you an answer.”

[the-other-belova]

“Who were you running from before you got here? And don’t tell me it’s no one. People don’t appear out of nowhere with knives and eyes like that.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

“None of your business.” Mira says dismissively.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya huffed out a sharp laugh, leaning back in her chair with arms crossed. “Oh, I see. We’re doing the mysterious act now,” she drawled, eyes narrowing with faint amusement. “You land in a strange city, threaten to slit my throat, then decide I don’t get to ask questions?”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

“Yes that is exactly why I do.”

Mira smiles before standing up and walking away.

[the-other-belova]

“You can walk away all you want,” she called out finally, voice carrying down the street. “But whatever mess dropped you here? It won’t stay quiet for long. And when it catches up, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

”Aww putting your big girl voice on are you? Good job for being so brave!” Mira calls out and turns the corner.

[the-other-belova]

“Careful, kroshka,” she called after her, “That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one day.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

“Who says it hasn’t already!”

[the-other-belova]

“Bold,” she said softly. “I like that. But bold doesn’t mean smart.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

"I can tell you right now I'm ten times smarter than you."

[the-other-belova]

“Ten times smarter, huh? Bold claim.” She tilted her head

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

Viktoriya hadn’t meant to bump into her, honestly, she hadn’t even seen her coming. One second she was on her phone, the next, coffee splashed across both of them.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” she snapped, brushing her jacket off with an annoyed huff before glancing up at the stranger.

@the-other-belova

(this is so basic, im sorry ahh 😭)

Mira had woken up here in the middle of some place that she had never seen before. One moment she was running as fast as she could through the maze and the next, here she was, running into some woman.

"Um... sorry.." she says distracted, moving past the woman, trying to situate herself.

(its okay lololol)

[the-other-belova]

Before Mira could take another step, Viktoriya reached out, fingers closing around her arm. Not hard, but firm enough to stop her.

“Hey, slow down,” she said, her tone sharp but not unkind. “You look like you just ran through a war zone. You lost or something?” Her eyes scanned the girl’s face, searching for a hint of recognition. “Because I’ve never seen you here before.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

"I'm fine! Leave me alone!" Mira snaps bitterly and shoves her off. She was confused and scared and lashing out.

"I.. I don't.." she looks around, overwhelmed. Where were the others? Where were Thomas and Newt and Minho? One second she was with them, and the next she was here. "Where the fuck are we?"

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya stumbled back a step from the shove. Normally, she’d have snapped right back, but the look in the girl’s eyes wasn’t anger, it was pure panic.

“Okay, okay, easy,” she said, raising her hands slightly in a show of peace. “You’re not the first person to wake up here confused.”

Her voice softened just a bit, though her accent still cut through the air. “You’re in New York. Midtown, to be exact. So unless you somehow fell out of the sky, I’m guessing something went really wrong on your end.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

"New York? What the hell is 'New York'?" Mira looks around panicked. Viktoriya steps closer to her and Mira moves back, taking a dagger from her belt and holding it, blade pointing at Viktoriya.

"Don't come any closer. I swear to god I will slit your throat." she says, determined not to show how afraid she was deep down.

[the-other-belova]

Her gaze flicked to the blade, then back to Mira’s trembling hands. “That’s cute,” she said evenly, voice low and controlled. “But if you were going to slit my throat, you would’ve done it already.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

Mira huffs and tucks her blade into her belt. "Fine. Just... help me then.. I guess..."

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya let out a short breath, folding her arms like she wasn’t about to sprint off or shove Mira into another wall. “Alright,” she said, voice clipped but steady. “You’re not dying on my watch, too much paperwork.” She offered a hand, “I’m Viktoriya.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

Mira chuckles.

"Like I'd tell you my name."

She says before continuing to walk.

[the-other-belova]

“We move somewhere less… crowded. Coffee shop, alley, whatever. You talk, I listen. And if you try anything funny, I will tie you up and make you explain. Got it, malenkaya?”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

"Fine. Whatever." Mira follows her.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya keeps her pace steady, eyes flicking to every face they pass like a hawk. “Coffee first, questions later,” she says, pulling Mira into a narrow side street away from the crowd. She jerks a thumb at a dim cafe with peeling paint. “Sit. Don’t wander off."

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

Mira sits down, her expression not giving anything away. “Ask then. I’m not gonna guarantee that I’ll give you an answer.”

[the-other-belova]

“Who were you running from before you got here? And don’t tell me it’s no one. People don’t appear out of nowhere with knives and eyes like that.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

“None of your business.” Mira says dismissively.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya huffed out a sharp laugh, leaning back in her chair with arms crossed. “Oh, I see. We’re doing the mysterious act now,” she drawled, eyes narrowing with faint amusement. “You land in a strange city, threaten to slit my throat, then decide I don’t get to ask questions?”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

“Yes that is exactly why I do.”

Mira smiles before standing up and walking away.

[the-other-belova]

“You can walk away all you want,” she called out finally, voice carrying down the street. “But whatever mess dropped you here? It won’t stay quiet for long. And when it catches up, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

”Aww putting your big girl voice on are you? Good job for being so brave!” Mira calls out and turns the corner.

[the-other-belova]

“Careful, kroshka,” she called after her, “That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one day.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

“Who says it hasn’t already!”

[the-other-belova]

“Bold,” she said softly. “I like that. But bold doesn’t mean smart.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

Viktoriya hadn’t meant to bump into her, honestly, she hadn’t even seen her coming. One second she was on her phone, the next, coffee splashed across both of them.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” she snapped, brushing her jacket off with an annoyed huff before glancing up at the stranger.

@the-other-belova

(this is so basic, im sorry ahh 😭)

Mira had woken up here in the middle of some place that she had never seen before. One moment she was running as fast as she could through the maze and the next, here she was, running into some woman.

"Um... sorry.." she says distracted, moving past the woman, trying to situate herself.

(its okay lololol)

[the-other-belova]

Before Mira could take another step, Viktoriya reached out, fingers closing around her arm. Not hard, but firm enough to stop her.

“Hey, slow down,” she said, her tone sharp but not unkind. “You look like you just ran through a war zone. You lost or something?” Her eyes scanned the girl’s face, searching for a hint of recognition. “Because I’ve never seen you here before.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

"I'm fine! Leave me alone!" Mira snaps bitterly and shoves her off. She was confused and scared and lashing out.

"I.. I don't.." she looks around, overwhelmed. Where were the others? Where were Thomas and Newt and Minho? One second she was with them, and the next she was here. "Where the fuck are we?"

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya stumbled back a step from the shove. Normally, she’d have snapped right back, but the look in the girl’s eyes wasn’t anger, it was pure panic.

“Okay, okay, easy,” she said, raising her hands slightly in a show of peace. “You’re not the first person to wake up here confused.”

Her voice softened just a bit, though her accent still cut through the air. “You’re in New York. Midtown, to be exact. So unless you somehow fell out of the sky, I’m guessing something went really wrong on your end.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

"New York? What the hell is 'New York'?" Mira looks around panicked. Viktoriya steps closer to her and Mira moves back, taking a dagger from her belt and holding it, blade pointing at Viktoriya.

"Don't come any closer. I swear to god I will slit your throat." she says, determined not to show how afraid she was deep down.

[the-other-belova]

Her gaze flicked to the blade, then back to Mira’s trembling hands. “That’s cute,” she said evenly, voice low and controlled. “But if you were going to slit my throat, you would’ve done it already.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

Mira huffs and tucks her blade into her belt. "Fine. Just... help me then.. I guess..."

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya let out a short breath, folding her arms like she wasn’t about to sprint off or shove Mira into another wall. “Alright,” she said, voice clipped but steady. “You’re not dying on my watch, too much paperwork.” She offered a hand, “I’m Viktoriya.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

Mira chuckles.

"Like I'd tell you my name."

She says before continuing to walk.

[the-other-belova]

“We move somewhere less… crowded. Coffee shop, alley, whatever. You talk, I listen. And if you try anything funny, I will tie you up and make you explain. Got it, malenkaya?”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

"Fine. Whatever." Mira follows her.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya keeps her pace steady, eyes flicking to every face they pass like a hawk. “Coffee first, questions later,” she says, pulling Mira into a narrow side street away from the crowd. She jerks a thumb at a dim cafe with peeling paint. “Sit. Don’t wander off."

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

Mira sits down, her expression not giving anything away. “Ask then. I’m not gonna guarantee that I’ll give you an answer.”

[the-other-belova]

“Who were you running from before you got here? And don’t tell me it’s no one. People don’t appear out of nowhere with knives and eyes like that.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

“None of your business.” Mira says dismissively.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya huffed out a sharp laugh, leaning back in her chair with arms crossed. “Oh, I see. We’re doing the mysterious act now,” she drawled, eyes narrowing with faint amusement. “You land in a strange city, threaten to slit my throat, then decide I don’t get to ask questions?”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

“Yes that is exactly why I do.”

Mira smiles before standing up and walking away.

[the-other-belova]

“You can walk away all you want,” she called out finally, voice carrying down the street. “But whatever mess dropped you here? It won’t stay quiet for long. And when it catches up, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

”Aww putting your big girl voice on are you? Good job for being so brave!” Mira calls out and turns the corner.

[the-other-belova]

“Careful, kroshka,” she called after her, “That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one day.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

Viktoriya hadn’t meant to bump into her, honestly, she hadn’t even seen her coming. One second she was on her phone, the next, coffee splashed across both of them.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” she snapped, brushing her jacket off with an annoyed huff before glancing up at the stranger.

@the-other-belova

(this is so basic, im sorry ahh 😭)

Mira had woken up here in the middle of some place that she had never seen before. One moment she was running as fast as she could through the maze and the next, here she was, running into some woman.

"Um... sorry.." she says distracted, moving past the woman, trying to situate herself.

(its okay lololol)

[the-other-belova]

Before Mira could take another step, Viktoriya reached out, fingers closing around her arm. Not hard, but firm enough to stop her.

“Hey, slow down,” she said, her tone sharp but not unkind. “You look like you just ran through a war zone. You lost or something?” Her eyes scanned the girl’s face, searching for a hint of recognition. “Because I’ve never seen you here before.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

"I'm fine! Leave me alone!" Mira snaps bitterly and shoves her off. She was confused and scared and lashing out.

"I.. I don't.." she looks around, overwhelmed. Where were the others? Where were Thomas and Newt and Minho? One second she was with them, and the next she was here. "Where the fuck are we?"

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya stumbled back a step from the shove. Normally, she’d have snapped right back, but the look in the girl’s eyes wasn’t anger, it was pure panic.

“Okay, okay, easy,” she said, raising her hands slightly in a show of peace. “You’re not the first person to wake up here confused.”

Her voice softened just a bit, though her accent still cut through the air. “You’re in New York. Midtown, to be exact. So unless you somehow fell out of the sky, I’m guessing something went really wrong on your end.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

"New York? What the hell is 'New York'?" Mira looks around panicked. Viktoriya steps closer to her and Mira moves back, taking a dagger from her belt and holding it, blade pointing at Viktoriya.

"Don't come any closer. I swear to god I will slit your throat." she says, determined not to show how afraid she was deep down.

[the-other-belova]

Her gaze flicked to the blade, then back to Mira’s trembling hands. “That’s cute,” she said evenly, voice low and controlled. “But if you were going to slit my throat, you would’ve done it already.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

Mira huffs and tucks her blade into her belt. "Fine. Just... help me then.. I guess..."

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya let out a short breath, folding her arms like she wasn’t about to sprint off or shove Mira into another wall. “Alright,” she said, voice clipped but steady. “You’re not dying on my watch, too much paperwork.” She offered a hand, “I’m Viktoriya.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

Mira chuckles.

"Like I'd tell you my name."

She says before continuing to walk.

[the-other-belova]

“We move somewhere less… crowded. Coffee shop, alley, whatever. You talk, I listen. And if you try anything funny, I will tie you up and make you explain. Got it, malenkaya?”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

"Fine. Whatever." Mira follows her.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya keeps her pace steady, eyes flicking to every face they pass like a hawk. “Coffee first, questions later,” she says, pulling Mira into a narrow side street away from the crowd. She jerks a thumb at a dim cafe with peeling paint. “Sit. Don’t wander off."

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

Mira sits down, her expression not giving anything away. “Ask then. I’m not gonna guarantee that I’ll give you an answer.”

[the-other-belova]

“Who were you running from before you got here? And don’t tell me it’s no one. People don’t appear out of nowhere with knives and eyes like that.”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

“None of your business.” Mira says dismissively.

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya huffed out a sharp laugh, leaning back in her chair with arms crossed. “Oh, I see. We’re doing the mysterious act now,” she drawled, eyes narrowing with faint amusement. “You land in a strange city, threaten to slit my throat, then decide I don’t get to ask questions?”

[i-dont-know-where-to-run-anymore]

“Yes that is exactly why I do.”

Mira smiles before standing up and walking away.

[the-other-belova]

“You can walk away all you want,” she called out finally, voice carrying down the street. “But whatever mess dropped you here? It won’t stay quiet for long. And when it catches up, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”