The Prodigal Son

Viktor Valentina | 35 | Russian don

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@volkovcatarina​

It’s been an unusual day when Cat and Viktor haven’t at least texted each other. They have a Snapchat streak that’s been going on for half a year.

Viktor likes to meddle in Cat’s love life, mostly because he’s a bit of a busybody and he knows that she occasionally needs a push in the right direction.

Cat was the first person Viktor spoke to following the sudden death of his father and Tatiana’s disappearance, so she was the first to understand how much the two events affected him.

Viktor and Cat absolutely switch to Russian when they’re roasting someone outside of Little Odessa.

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if you could take your siblings to a family amusement park....where would you take them? what would you all do?

“I would probably bring Tatia and Dimi down to Walt Disney World, I think. Tatia would no doubt enjoy the Magic Kingdom and Animal Kingdom, and while Dimi may not be entirely a theme park person, I am thinking he would much enjoy the resort and the shows, even if he does not say as much. For myself? If they’re happy, I’m happy.“

( @dimitrivalentina @tcnechka )

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rpmemequeen‌:

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship 

Viktor Valentina

Marcelo Rodriguez

Celine Dahl

Marcus Blackman

Arabella Li Liu

Owen Cavendish

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i think you and Catarina would be the perfect couple

“I agree, but perhaps not in the way you are thinking anon. There is no better person suited to be my right hand woman, as it is. I trust her with my life.“

( @volkovcatarina )

[vikktorvalentina]

Honesty Hour!

Viktor Valentina

Marcelo Rodriguez

Celine Dahl

Marcus Blackman

Arabella Li Liu

Owen Cavendish

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dimitrivalentina‌:

“Of course, how foolish of me to forget? The only way we can obtain bread is through an arranged marriage.” Dimitri deadpanned as he continued to fiddle with the glass paperweight in his hands. He knew, on some level, he was being unreasonable; his brother had the weight of the entire Bratva resting on his shoulders. It was Dimitri’s duty, as the middle child, to find a way to contribute to the family. This was meant to be his contribution, even if the thought of marrying someone he’d only heard whispers of filled him with a rolling sense of dread and nausea. He paused, running his fingers along the smooth edges of the glass before looking up at Viktor and asking– “Did you even take me into consideration? Did you ask for someone who I might get along with, or was I just sold to the highest bidder? Vitya, I don’t–I don’t know what I’m doing.”

His fingers clenched around the paperweight once, tightly, before he set it down on Viktor’s desk delicately, with a dull thunk. He blinked away the haze crowding his mind and sat back in his chair, drawing his hands across his lap and lacing his fingers together. The conversation had turned towards discussion of the Irish prick who had stolen their sister and the mental toll that her fucked up relationship with the Irish don had taken on her mind. His fingers clenched in his lap, almost painfully so, as Dimitri ground his teeth and met Viktor’s gaze with a steely one of his own.

“She’s different,” he said finally, his voice thick with grief. “He changed something in her; she won’t eat, she won’t sleep, she hardly smiles anymore. Not because she’s home, but because she’s not with him.” He clenched his hands tighter in his lap; Dimitri had never been particularly adept at expressing himself–not in the ways that counted. He felt tightly wound, like a coil ready to snap, and as his fingers threatened to turn cherry red with force, he managed to grind out, his Russian accent slipping through more strongly than it had in months, years– “I want to find him. I want to kill him for what he did to her. What they all did to her, these men who value guns and territories over everything else.”

It had occurred to Viktor, not for the first time, that he was asking a lot of Dimitri in this arrangement. He knew he was. But as the pakhan, what he wanted and what the Bratva needed did not always align as he hoped. Dimitri did not grow up with Nikolai Valentina’s whispers in his ears, nor was a gun placed in his hand as soon as he was capable of it, so how would he have possibly understood their responsibilities? It made Viktor feel older, and a bit sadder to know that in this, the brothers would never see eye to eye. “I did, Dimi. But the parrain wanted blood ties to our family, and loathe as I am to admit it, we do not have numbers on our side on that front.“ No, they hadn’t cousins to speak of, no one who could have stepped into place. It was unfortunate, but Dimitri had just been the most available. “I asked for the best conditions I could get, and while Damien spoke highly of her, I cannot guarantee anything. It’s...the nature of these things.”

But the talk of Tatiana seemed to resonate with the both of them; a thick feeling of mourning filling the empty air between the brothers. Viktor could feel it welling up like a black angry serpent contricting around his heart, stirring as he thought of how many times he had been at his sister’s door and how powerless he was to ease her pain. “There are...horrors that Father made efforts to shield you from. Unspeakable things that mafias will do just to prove a point.” The Bratva was no exception, but Viktor had gone through hell so that his siblings could live a peaceful life. And yet...When he closed his eyes, all Viktor could see were nightmares, and his poor sister trapped like a butterfly in a spider’s web, deluding herself into thinking that it was something different from what it was. “What that monster did, to make her act that way, it makes me wonder if we sheltered you too much.”

At the very least, there was one thing Viktor could do for Dimitri and Tatiana, and that was to put his bloodied hands to good use for their sakes. “Believe me, brother, taking a life puts you down a path you can’t walk away from.” He shook his head, knowing fully well how Dimitri felt about it. “But we will find Alexander, and we will bring him to justice. Dante too, assuming his own officers don’t eat him alive first.” 

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natbardot‌:

She hadn’t seen the handsome Russian since the night of the charity gala. That being said, she had heard he was at the Golightly’s the other evening and instead of running into him… she’d run into another Russian with a gun. She’d almost put him and the fact she’d promised him tickets from her mind. If anything she was far more focused on the show. Reviews had been stellar and she finally felt like herself again. As she stepped outside her door that day, she knew things would be okay.

Nat stopped by her favorite coffee shop, picking up her usual pre-show snack. She had to hit the gym and run a couple of errands before going to the theater. Nat picked up her items and swiftly turned around… right into the same handsome Russian she’d been thinking of earlier. “Fuck.” She looked from her stained shirt to his and blushed a brilliant shade of crimson. “I’m so sorry. I… I’d offer to pay for the suit but that looks custom. I could probably foot the bill for the dry cleaning?” She was stammering away, trying to come across as cool and casual but instead she was anything but. “And I so wanted our next meeting to be nicer than this.”

@vikktorvalentina

It had been such a whirlwind since the Golightly gala that Viktor had been on autopilot the past couple of days, going through the usual motions of his daily routine as he processed the night’s events. He had been in desperate need of a pick-me-up; something with at least two shots of espresso, and had popped into the nearest coffee shop to get his usual fix. But as he made his way to the counter to pick up his order, the woman in front of him suddenly turned, splashing hot coffee over the both of them. “Ah!” There was a flash of heat for a moment, snapping the pakhan out of his daze as he looked down at the sudden mess.

It took him a moment to recognize the woman before him, but when he did, his eyes lit up. The last time he had seen her, if he recalled correctly, was at the media event prior to the Golightly gala. “Miss Bardot! Fancy running into you again.” It was a genuine surprise, and given how flustered she seemed to be, well, he couldn’t help but smile. “There’s no harm done. I have a closet full of them. I imagine that a stain like this will come out easily enough.” Viktor’s suit had certainly encountered worse things than a little coffee stain; that was for certain. “Please, think nothing of it. Would you like a new coffee? It seems a waste to have lost yours so soon after ordering it.”

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@zazavasyutin

Given how quickly things seemed to be escalating between the mafias, it was more important than ever that the Bratva extended its reach as far as possible. Zoya Vasyutin was an important mechanism in ensuring that they had plenty of soldiers to secure their territory. It was for that reason that Viktor felt that a meeting was in order, to ensure that her recruitment efforts had been operating smoothly.

”Miss Vasyutin, a pleasure as always.” He greeted, approaching her in front of one of many shops in Little Odessa. Though she was a distant member of his family, she was still a sister among the Bratva, and therefore someone worth treating kindly. “I hope I am not taking up too much of your time, yes? I believe that given how quickly the others are moving, it is time we had a chat about your upcoming semester.“

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@volkovcatarina​

Viktor hadn’t been doing much in the way of sleeping since the Bratva had come in mostly in one piece. Thankfully, most of his agents had gotten out of the fray relatively unharmed, save for a few injuries from ricochet bullets. But there were some who hadn’t been so lucky, either missing or having taken the brunt of the gunfire. This was the hour that his family needed him the most, and so he had been running back and forth wrapping up injuries and fetching water to help out those who had imbibed a little too much while on duty.

But Catarina...She had been the most cause for concern. Viktor had one of the doctors in Little Odessa visit his flat in the initial panic, but they all seemed to think that they only thing his Sovietnik needed was rest and plenty of water. Even with their reassurances, he checked on her periodically throughout the night, brow furrowed with concern as she tossed around in his bed. Every one of his officers knew that the missions they went on were dangerous and accepted the risks that came with it. Yet that didn’t stop the pang of fear that threaded through the pakhan at the thought of losing his best childhood friend.

There had been too much loss as of late. Viktor didn’t know if he could process another.

In the early hours, as he was contemplating whether a third or fourth coffee was a sound idea, he heard Catarina stir, and immediately made a beeline to her bedside. “Cat! Ty chuvstvuyesh' sebya luchshe? U tebya vse khorosho?” Before she had any room to protest, Viktor already had a glass of water in hand, offering it with a warm smile. “You gave us a scare last night. Do you remember?”

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alexandra-rothschild‌:

She smiled as he thanked her but it transformed into a frown as noise and screams started, Alexandra had never heard gun shots in real life, so it did took her a moment to understand that was what she was hearing. Everything seemed to moved slowly and suddenly way too quickly as the man instructed her to get under the table. She didn’t even question it she did as he told her, and as fast as possible she got down, the more gunshots surrounded them and the screams became louder so did her fear. “What is happening?” She managed to ask, feeling her heart on her throat. Alexandra was sheltered even among her social circle, her parents and brothers had made sure that she had never had to deal with anything unpleasant, and yes she knew bad things happened in the world but never on the little bubble that she lived in.

And this was the birthday party of one of her friends, supposedly the best security had been hired, things like this didn’t happen, it felt surreal, like a bad dream that she was surely about to wake up from. But everything kept going and a feeling she had never felt before was taking over her. “I have to find my brothers..” And then they had to leave.

Viktor kept a watchful eye on the woman, listening for the ebb and flow of panic rippling its way through the party, tearing apart any form of pleasantries that the night had allowed for. Another night, another gunfight; this was a crisis that the pakhan was comfortable with. He looked down at his phone, sending a quick group text to his agents spread out among the mess. It was short, brief and to the point; requesting that they shift to Plan B for now, until they could slip out into the night safely. As for the girl, well...he couldn’t leave her alone in this mess. 

“We’re being attacked. Likely a breach in the diamond vault.“ Viktor replied matter-of-factly, knowing fully well that agitation would only worsen their situation. “I admire your loyalty to family, but it is not safe to go looking for them now. Send a text and set up a meeting place. For now, we’ll focus on getting you out.”

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fckolyvar‌:

the friendship in his youth brought his aunt and uncle much pride, a peters’ friends with the valentina’s. even his late younger sisters involvement with dimitri brought them pride but when everything had run its course, the alliance was forgotten. it wasn’t a real alliance, the peters’ weren’t mafia people, in fact they were closed off and kept to themselves with everything including the death of olyvar’s parents. if it hadn’t been for him unveiling the truth of the unwarranted attack by the police, he’d never have known it. but now he did, and since then he’d learned about the mafia leaders.

now, young olyvar wasn’t so naive and young and he was curious. whilst talking to dimitri certainly brought the naiveness of his youth back, he was working on dismissing it entirely. ‘oh he’s tried, he just knows he can’t make a scene.’ oly joked too as he shook the others hand, his head turning to make sure the younger valentina wasn’t actually around. ‘yes, but would it really be dimitri if he didn’t argue anything anyone said? i’m… well, quite honestly i’m working on keeping my name out of people’s mouth. there’s power in notoriety. i’m embracing the general public not knowing my next step. can’t say i don’t have a few tricks up my sleeves here and there.’

Viktor chuckled, an easy smile growing. “Is not a bad restriction yes? Still, I don’t think he can complain much about attending a party of this caliber.“ No matter how often Dimitri grumbled and groaned, this was an environment he was suited for. The pakhan knew how charismatic his brother was, after all. “In my line of work, having a few tricks up your sleeve is never a bad idea, Oly. For New York especially, knowing who your true friends are in a pinch could be the difference between life and death. So it’s wise to choose carefully, yes?” He liked Olyvar as a person, genuinely, but he was not so much a fan of unpredictability. Given their family ties, it seemed only right to provide him some advice on the matter. 

But as he thought of how best to make his offer; a plan forming as he considered Olyvar’s current state of affairs, he heard a hail of bullets spray the crowd. The pakhan snapped to attention, watching the surprise and fear take the partygoers by surprise. “This...this is a good example, as it is. In such a situation, who would you turn to for help, Mister Peters? The Bratva is always willing to lend a hand to friends, if they are willing.”

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volkovcatarina‌:

mikhailovs‌:

Ivanna knew her friend well enough to know that like her Caterina wasn’t going to be drinking irresponsibility at an event like this one. Using her whole weight, and jutting her hip out to better support Ivanna hoisted her up closer to herself, cursing her bodies own limitations as she so often did in situations like this. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you we’ll figu-” The last of her reassurances were drowned out by the sound of gunfire, and the assassin as quick try to drag her to a column along the wall. This was the worst position to be in with shit hitting the fans, but there was no way around it she needed to look out for Cat in this state. While this wasn’t her plan for the evening, the cogs in her head were already turning to think of her next course of action. Her one saving grace that they were up on the second floor balcony and not in the midst of the crossfire. And another in the form of Viktor Valentina’s sudden appearance. The last time she was this elated in seeing the parkan was for far different reasons.

“Vit’ka” She breathed out in relief, glad that the first of her primary concerns was safe – for the time being, and in front of her. Thank god Vitaly was far away from this mess. Without another word she began handing off Caterina to his far more capable hold. Though not before her hand slid under Cat’s fur, sliding smoothly along her spine until she felt and retrieved the gun there, all the while her eyes scanning the space around them for any immediate concerns. She gave a swift nod at his question, “Room 228. I have what we need, in the loose ceiling panel in the closet.” 

Of course, Ivanna didn’t know what exactly might go down tonight but she was circumspect enough to put in place safe guards regardless. “Too risky, NYPD’s been crawling all over the place, we can’t predict their reaction time on this one. Service exits on the north side of the building would be our best bet, they’ll go after the major exits first. Let’s get to the room. I’ll text everyone a rendezvous point. When we get to the room you gotta loose the tux, they have over three hundred rooms booked out tonight, blending in is key. C’mon.” 

( @volkovcatarina )

Catarina could feel herself drifting, luckily the panic that had been making it difficult for her to breathe had slowly diminished, a sort of numbness taking its place. She felt so tired. Hmmm a nap sounded so nice. Her giant fur coat could be the perfect pillow it was so fluffy…

She felt a shift, the weight holding her up suddenly becoming more sturdy. It takes some effort but she’s able to lift her head and gasps happily at seeing her best friend by her side. Her brother. “When did… YOU get here?… Vi..k..Viktor” She almost called him Vicky and that was enough to make her giggle. Vicky…that wasn’t his name. What would his face be if she called him Vicky? She wanted to try but her tongue felt so heavy. It was hard to say more than a few words at the moment and that was frustrating. Also wasn’t Ivanna here too? She could have sworn that was who had found her. She leans a little more heavily on Viktor, one of her free hands managing to twist and play with some of his curls before the curiosity got the best of her. “Where….Ivanna?”

 As soon as she asked, Catarina felt hands feeling up her back. “Woah…” She giggled some more. “Tickles.” Her brow furrowed when she felt her gun being taken, an echo of panic rising to the surface. “My!….Gun!”

@vikktorvalentina​

It was perhaps a fortunate thing that Viktor had developed such a calm reaction to dangerous situations. With Catarina and Ivanna on hand, he was rather confidant that they would manage to extract themselves before security bore them the full brunt of their wrath. That being said, it seemed his sovietnik was in no condition to hold a gun, let alone fight. He was relieved to see that his assassin was already a few steps ahead of him in that aspect. In times like these, it was best to step back and let his people do what they did best. This was one such case. “We follow your lead, Ivanna. We still have time to make use of the panic, while the socialites make a fuss about the state of affairs. Howard Golightly will be well-occupied for at least a few minutes.“ 

Viktor adjusted his hold, trying not to let the incessent worry gnawing at him from showing on his face. “Yes, I just got here, Catarina.” He spoke quietly, expression warming as she toyed with his hair. It was lucky that she had been with the Russians, whenever this intoxication had hit. The thought of her being alone, surrounded by enemies, sent a chill down his spine. What would have happened, if he had been a few moments too late, again? “She’s still here too. We’re getting you out of here, and we’re getting you help.” Whatever she had taken, the hotel was no longer a safe place to wean her off of it. No, they needed to get back to Little Odessa, and they needed to get back now.

As soon as Ivanna had safely confiscated Catarina’s gun (a wise decision on her part), Viktor picked up the pace. “Davay Catarina. We’re going somewhere safe.” He said, keeping one eye on her condition and another on the ebb and flow of the scattered guests. The pakhan was quick to cut through them, careful not to get in Ivanna’s way. “Is the coast clear? Can we get out?”

@mikhailovs​

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alexandra-rothschild‌:

Alexandra truly felt in her element on parties like this, maybe it was because she had been attending big events since before she could talk, it came naturally to her and she truly did have fun talking to people and dancing and everything that events like this entitled. Besides it was much more easier to be able to relax and have fun when you weren’t the one hosting, and of course this wasn’t just any party it was Bunny’s birthday and so many of her friends were here and even her brothers, even though getting the three of them to spend time together even at a party wouldn’t happen.

She was making her way to the where the food was, wanting to try one of the deserts again when she noticed a man nearby dropping his phone and not realising it, honestly the pockets on suits were so small sometimes, but maybe it was a small way to pay since woman’s clothing had the worst pockets all the time. After picking it up she tapped on his shoulder and smiled when he turned “Sorry, you dropped this.” She said as she gave him his phone.

@vikktorvalentina

Viktor was nervous, checking his phone every few minutes for the regular status updates given to him from the Bratva. Most of his officers had been checking in on a regular basis, but a few had been quiet. Catarina hadn’t yet checked in after he had left her alone, and Celine hadn’t bothered checking in at all. Then again, both women were relatively autonomous when it came down to it, but leaving him in the dark just made the pakhan far more worried than he wanted to be, especially when tonight was a major operation.

He hadn’t noticed that he had dropped his phone until a hand touched his shoulder, causing him to turn inquisitively. His eyes locked with the young woman before dropping down to the phone, trying not to let his stomach drop along with it. “Ah, thank you.“ Viktor took the phone, smiling in embarrassment as he checked the notifications. Dahl had finally contacted him, in emoji talk from the looks of it. His brow furrowed. “Pointing finger, exploding symbol, gem...okay sign?” He mumbled aloud, confused. “I really appreciate it, you know. I would have been a goner without it.” 

His smile faltered as gunshots rang through the ballroom, ducking his head down on instinct. Viktor looked behind him to see security swarming the premises, then back to the woman who had done him a far bigger favour than she likely knew. “Miss, get down! Under the table. Quickly!”

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jamesvbeircheart‌:

James was her date, but he felt more like her shadow. Not that it was Bunny’s fault, of course; she had simply asked him to be her date because it made sense, he was sure, and nothing more. But it didn’t stop the way eyes trailed over him, as though assessing the worth of his person, before snagging on Bunny and talking about upcoming galas and social events she simply had to attend. Bunny was the showpiece for the evening, but James was treated with as little importance as the dog that played so happily at her heels.

As they weaved through the ball, Bunny being stopped intermittently to speak with the guests who had gotten dolled up and attended the party for the purpose of celebrating her life, James kept a constant surveillance on those who approached the young heiress. Anyone could pose a threat at any moment, and though he didn’t want to use the gun Howard had equipped him with, he would if it came down to it. He would do anything, truth be told, if it meant protecting Bunny Golightly.

Perhaps even above and beyond that of his job description.

“Is that meant to be a statement regarding my job efficiency, or something else entirely?” James asked, blinking and glancing sidelong at the dark-haired man who approached him. James couldn’t say he recognized the man immediately but, then again, Howard knew many powerful people. New York’s social elite was a far bigger circle than he had originally believed it to be. He glanced back at Bunny, who seemed enamored with the entire idea of the petting zoo, before eyeing the stranger warily once more. “I think the alpacas would beat out most any of the guests here tonight, truth be told. I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met, Mr…?”

“Not your job proficiency sir, more as the risks associated with tonight. The rumours have been circulating, you see. They say that a number of dangerous individuals has managed to make their way into the gala.“ Viktor replied, a faint smile in place. He supposed that he was among them, given his control over one of the most influential criminal organizations in the city. However, the heiress was not his direct target tonight, so at least his fangs were not something the guard needed to worry about. “I do not mean it to frighten you, more as to offer a word of caution about it. Someone precious to me was recently in a similar situation, and I would much rather you not go through that kind of ordeal.”

The Russian fell silent a moment, a small inkling of worry befalling him as he thought of that precious person. But she was safe at home, with friends who would ensure her safety while they were out on the mission. He needn’t worry about Tatiana, and yet...and yet the feeling still bothered him. It would have been unfortunate if the guard was forced into the same nightmare that night, when the mobs were restless and trigger happy.

He glanced back at the petting zoo, his expression softening. His sister would have enjoyed these displays, the pakhan had no doubt. “Call me Viktor. I don’t believe we’ve met either. But the point of these sorts of events is to learn of new names and faces, are they not?“

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nathanluter‌:

“Of course I was forced to come. Sometimes I feel like all I have is idiots working for me.” Nathan sighed and sat down on a bench across from the head of the Russian Mafia. The man sitting across from him was almost as ruthless and cruel as he was. He had heard stories of what he had done to the Italians and Irish who were caught in the wrong place by him. The Shadow mob had stayed out of their little blood feud. They had bigger things to worry about, and besides if they took care of each other it would make his job easier. 

“I haven’t heard anything yet. I have people all over the party. I’m beginning to think that maybe this was just a party for Golightly’s spoiled kid and nothing else.” Nathan took a sip of his drink. “The rich bastard just might give her the diamonds as a birthday present.” 

The pakhan chuckled, sympathizing with Nathan in his own way, though he had a much higher respect for his top officers. “It isn’t easy, when you bring too many, I will admit. But my people are capable of keeping things in control. I’m just here to supervise, mostly.“ If all went well tonight, his role would have been minimal in all of this. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Howard Golightly is known to-”

Gunshots errupted far from their location, and screaming soon accompanied it. “Speak of the devil. Looks like someone found it.” Viktor murmured, a faint grin appearing in its wake. As dreary as the gala had been so far, it seemed as though it was about to get far more interesting. “Are you a betting man, Mister Luter? Who do you think managed to find it?”

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volkovcatarina‌:

mikhailovs‌:

Adjusting the neckline of her dress, and patting at the outline of her painted lips Ivanna stared at her reflection in the glass a moment before turning away, ready to head back down to join the festivities. It was then that she spotted a familiar face headed her way. Her face lit up, and she spoke the other woman’s name out loud, though she seemed to not react at all. She was perhaps a dozen feet away but she knew her friends wasn’t quite that hard of hearing. Her brows furrowed realizing just how unsteady on her feet she appeared to be.

Rushing forward just as Catarina staggered, Ivanna planted her feet firmly to be able to support her weight though the heels she wore made is so her balance was less than perfect. “It’s okay, that’s what I’m here for.” She said, slipping her arm under the other woman’s to get a firmer grip on her friend. “I believe you, but it begs the question just how you got like this. Did you put any of your drinks down?” She asked concerned and frankly starting to get pissed. She’d drugged enough people to know how that went and she didn’t appreciate any of her own falling prey. There were usually no harmless motivations behind such things.

There was a slight ringing in her ear and it was competing with the pounding in her head, it made for a true headache that Catarina was not appreciating. When Catarina heard Ivanna’s familiar voice, a true sense of relief filled her. Ivanna would help her, she could trust her, and in this very moment she was trusting that nothing would happen to her in this weakened state. It was pathetic, Catarina couldn’t even stand on her own two feet. A burning sense of shame filling her from the inside. How could she have let this happen? She was supposed to be better than this. “I dont….i don’t remember. I had… only two… drinks.” Catarina groaned, trying to remember how she got the second drink. Catarina leans heavily on her friend. Trying to alleviate her weight but it seemed her body was simply not under control. 

“Iva-” Catarina groans as the ringing in her ears are agitated by the sounds of gunshots. Panic overtaking her whole being. It was becoming harder to breathe. She was useless, absolutely useless and they were under attack. Catarina tried to look around, to find Viktor, or Ronan or Celine but the world was still tilting and it didn’t help that screams and more shots were added to the cacophony of chaos. Catarina struggles to breathe. “….no…” gasp “….accident…” gasp. Someone purposely drugged her and now Catarina was useless to the Bratva.

@vikktorvalentina​

Viktor heard the gunshots as soon as the alarm was pulled, and he knew immediately that either something had gone amiss, or was going extremely well. The party had erupted into screams and chaos, with the pakhan taking advantage of the confusion to disappear into the throngs of people. His first and foremost move was to track down his officers and regroup, to learn about what exactly had happened. If a few rival mafiamen fell along the way, well, he would lose no sleep over that either.

Two familiar faces made themselves known to him as he pushed through the hysterical socialites. “Ivanna, Catarina. Good, you’re here. We need to-“ Viktor paused in his thoughts, deathly still as he registered how heavily his best friend was leaning against his ex. Disoriented, sluggish, struggling to breathe, his eyes narrowed, but there was no time to hesitate on the matter. “Give her to me. Ivanna, you’ve prepared, da?“ His voice was calm as he came up to Catarina’s other side, hand going right beneath her arm as he helped to prop her up. If anyone was going to have the firepower to get the Bratva out, he knew of one for certain. “We need to get to the rooms while they’re still scrambling. The eastern exit should still be free. We will contact Dimi, Dahl and Ludolf once we get back, and come for the others. We don’t leave anyone behind.“

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