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The preparation of the art gallery where fulling going. They would say that the next month the venue would be finished. He was trully excited to show people to importance of art. He thought it was one of those normal nights in London. Boy, he was wrong. 

It peaked his interest as he heard a woman saying his name. He slightly turned his head around as he noticed two slightly unfamiliar people standing in front of him. He needed to think for a moment that he recognized the face of the man. 

Maksim Kurylenko. Fucking Russians. They weren’t any French loyalists in his surroundings. He knew that he was fucking screwed. He putted his hands in the air as mocking sign of defeat.

 “I know i just met Svetlana, but just keep the kinky stuff for the Germans, Maskim. Merdre!” he said with a sigh of exaggerately melancholy. He knew long long time ago that Noa once dated Maksim. 

Honestly he didn’t give a fuck who was who and he did his own thing. Most of the thing all eyes were focused on Oliver, Laurent, Maya, Fran or even Fletcher for that matter. Richard stayed at out the firing line as much as possible thanks by Oliver. Now he was almost doing the tango with Russians in the middle of the night in London.

“It’s nice to see you guys again. It’s like repeating the good old times! If you wanted to be my muse you just simply ask.” He knew that he was ruffling some feathers with his comments, but after what Russians did to his friends. He couldn’t have a normal conversation. 

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Maksim and Svetlana’s little clean up spree had come to a pause when attention had to shift to more important things. Business was a-booming, and despite the momentary tension between the Rutherfords and the Russians, this alliance was working as well as it could. Given the circumstances, anyways. Sveta had since learned that she was best off communicating and trusting Adrian Castillo’s words over anything else. His professionalism was impeccable, and personal feelings did not interfere with the most important thing: getting the job done. The man had yet to give Sveta a reason to distrust him – and this, coming from a woman who was extremely careful with whom she decided to tolerate.

But a prey far fatter, a prize far more glorious, had decided to come to London. An unassuming name, but one known to those who paid close attention. Over the years, the man had grown as a loyalist and businessman. Did he think that he could slip through the Russians’ fingers easily? That, with the French’s nemesis in the city, he could pray and hope to remain undetected?

“Richard Baroin.”

The sun was already set, the London streets now bathed in the menacing glow of dim street lamps. The Frenchman was leaving his beloved gallery, finished with his work for the day, when he was cornered by both a Vorshevsky and a Kurylenko. Lucky him, not many were granted such a privilege. Sveta approached slowly, getting closer and closer. She only stopped once it was uncomfortable, once she could feel Richard’s warm breath against her skin. “We’d like a chat.”

The French seemed to be flocking to London like sheep to their slaughterhouse. 

Had they not already killed Maya and Fran, Maksim would’ve joyfully splattered Richard Baroin’s blood all over his beloved canvases and turned him into a Caravaggio painting reenactment, but now, simply murdering another ‘French bro’ as they liked to call themselves seemed far too easy, and frankly, repetitive.

No, one of Noa’s close friends deserved more personal touch, of course.

Maksim followed slowly behind Sveta, and once she invaded his persona space in every definition possible, he stopped, too, a few steps behind. He took out his cigarette and watched the Frenchman with growing amusement.

“Richie,” Maks lit up his cigarette, “Long time no see. I think the last time we’ve met you were chained up in my uncle’s basement like a dog. Or passed out outside Vixen, I’m not sure which.”

In some twisted way, the fact that by some miracle this French idiot managed to turn his life around made it more enjoyable for Maksim to remind him that he was long way from home. No, killing Richard would be far less satisfactory that showing him that he was no longer untouchable.

None of them were.

“Oh, by the way, that’s Svetlana,” he pointed at his partner-in-crime, “and I’d really watch your tongue with her.”

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How did Richard and Jeanne meet? How did he ask her to marry him?

He first met Jeanne at the wedding of Oliver and Aurélie. He felt drawn the first moment he saw her. She was hard one. He loved the challenge with her. 

When he moved to Paris he saw her again and they hit off when they started when they met. She was so much different with the girls he dated. She was fierce and challenged him to be better.

He liked her. It was simple like that.

Richard asked her to marry her when they were just laying in bed together. He was making jokes that he wasn’t kind of guy to marry someone. He blurred out that he was thinking about asking to marry her. She simply replied “I would.” He asked her for the second time before asking Adrienne permission to marry her. Richard asked her to marry again in front of his favorite painting at MET in New York city. Water Lillies - Claude Monet.

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Is Richard seeing a therapist for his depression? How does he choose to cope with it?

No, he haven’t seen the therapist or any professional help. I personally think he would have need it. The things that Richard have dealt and struggles with he just someone that could talk about his feelings. He is good at putting his thoughts in box and hide it. 

Richard mostly had used the drugs to run away from it. He had his moments that even the drugs couldn’t help him. Now he has a more stable home situation with his children and wife. He is now happy, but i still believe that thoughts would be present sooner or later. It will be always be inner devil that would be around him sadly. 

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“How is the old man?” he politely asked as he gave his friend a small smile. These couple of the months they didn’t had the time to catch up. Richard wanted to know what he was doing. 

Théo didn’t visit his father anywhere near as often as he wanted to, so the short trip to Paris had done him some good. Even though the visits weren’t very long, it was nice to see the older man and see that he was still doing well…all things considered. But everything came to an end, and getting back to London meant getting back to work. Which apparently also meant that work was coming to his front door - quite literally. “Can I help you?”  Théo asked, looking at the person standing on his doorstep. 

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“Evelyne.”

He didn’t bother to listen into her conversation, because it isn’t any of his business. He took a drag of his cigarette as he waited until she was finished. It had been hectic couple of months for Richard, but he didn’t mind it all. He loved the thrill of something new and exciting. It keeps your mind young and it challenged you. 

“I want to talk about you on the pressure of the French entrepreneurs from Russians lately.” Richard had to admit that he always had the privilege of the protection of Oliver and Laurent.  Now he was one his own. He needed to make sure that he was covered.

“You tell that asshole if he shows up again, I will personally take a train back to Paris just to punch his face in….What? I can’t make him any uglier.”

Of course Clémence would go soft on the idiot. God bless her, but she wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, especially when it came to people she was personally involved with. Évelyne always had to intervene and made sure Clémence didn’t get in to any more trouble. Even from London, Évelyne would always look out for her. “Look, you know he’s a piece of shit. You wouldn’t have broken up with him three times if you didn’t know he’s a piece of shit.”

“…four times.” “FOUR TIMES?” “I should go. I’ll sort it out. Till next time, Év!”

“Clémence? Clémence!” There was no point calling for her youngest sister when the other line was dead.  Letting out a huff from frustration, Évelyne put her phone down and made a mental note to try and contact Clémence later. Only then did she turn her attention to the person beside her (she already noticed their presence in the middle of the call, but the call was more important). “Sorry. Can I help you?”

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“Congratulations, man.” he said as he turned and gave the stranger clap on his shoulder. “It’s a privilege to be come a father.” he stated as he took a sip from his drink. After a meeting with one of his business partners they had the tradition to go to pub and drink afterwards. These couple of days Richard was busy with his art gallery. It was a good after intense conversation after the business to talk afterwards to have a drink together. 

“You shouldn’t have give us a drink, but we should order you some drinks.” he pointed out and the men around him laughed. “I’m Richard.”

Jack called his mom first. Woke her up in the middle of a nap and told her to call him back when she was at his dad’s office. There was a very long silence at the other end after he told them. Then his father was ready with a list of advice and his mother lost her shit over the fact Honor was a Hathaway. In his mother’s typical style, she asked if he could knock up a Kennedy next. ‘After all, you’re named after-’ ‘Yeah, I know, Mum.’

Next came the call to his brother, then Eloise, then a couple of his closest friends from childhood. When he left Honor’s he thought he should keep this to himself, but once he started sharing the news, it felt like he just couldn’t stop. He even shared the news with a couple members of the Archangels team, so they’d know why he might have to rearrange his shooting schedule in case the birth was during filming. He didn’t know enough to know how early it was in Honor’s pregnancy to share the news so openly.

With no one left to tell, he found himself at a pub, constantly thinking up new questions to type into a search engine and only partially reading the answers before he came up with a new question. The pub started to get crowded and Jack gave up his seat so some friends could sit next to each other. He looked around at the dozens of people present, a situation that would’ve normally pushed him right out the door. But he stayed, and he leaned over the bar to tell the bartender to put everyone’s next drink on his tab. “I’m celebrating,” he said to the person nearest. “Um…I’m gonna be a dad.”

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Noceur (n.) one who stays up late. Painting, the Bros, Delphine or Yvonne.

The night is mischievous. The time were only lovers or loners are awake. The time that people would confess their thoughts and secrets. Richard always had a fascination of the night. He rather lived in those lonely silent moments or he would go out until early mornings. The night was like a secret lover that constantly asked if he wanted to go out and play. Many times he did as he got tempted.

He could sit many hours in his studio at night. His muses would meet him in his head. They would stop by and leave again. Sometimes he would sit in his chair, smoking his cigarette and looking at the skyline of London. The other times he would sit with his son Clément in his arms. He notices that his son loves the night as well.

In Launceston Richard loved after a whole night together at the Vixen with the French bros to paint their adventures. Maybe he was so fucked up, because of the coke. It didn’t even matter. He would grab his brush and just paint them.  Now he could only stare at a blank canvas and didn’t paint anything. In the morning Jeanne would walk in and could see the pain in his eyes. She would simply walk towards him and pull him in a hug. She knows what he lost his muse.  The moment he heard two of his best friends died. 

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Ichi-go Ichi-e

You could find art everywhere. It only takes an adventurous and creative mind to get you started. Richard later one realized how much passion and to do something you love would drive people to achieve what they want. When Richard returned back to Paris he met French loyalist Hyousuke. He learned Richard the Japanse concept of Ikigai. “What is the reason why we would get out of bed and get one with our lives?” For Richard was it to find art and inspiration. 

When Richard lays his eyes on something that he liked he could put his soul into it. He could feel the energy and drive to get started. It felt like an adrenaline after you where on the highest point of the rollercoaster and would could go down in any minute. He would love to share his emotions with everyone and how people would realize how much it made him feel alive.

The first week when he arrived in London he went looking for the perfect venue for his art gallery. He wanted to have a place where people would come together to ignore their daily routines and enjoy this exact moment together. Hyousuke taught him a lot of Japanse way of life. The word Ichi-go ichi-e meant one time one meeting in Japanese. He wanted to create a place that would people treasure that moment when they met it would be unforgettable.

Richard is a perfectionist that isn’t simply to ignore. He didn’t feel any of the sparks with any of the building he stepped in. The venue needed to feel the energy, soul and the time of his age. It drove the people insane that the French loyalist would say a no to everything he saw. It was a hard challenge and a voice in Richard’s mind told him maybe they couldn’t find what he was looking for. Then he could a text from Delphine. “I think i find something you like.” It hit him. This would be something good.

It was in Notting Hill. Notting Hill was known for to be mixed area of fashion, art and culture. When he walked around the neighbourhood Richard felt himself going back in time. The moment that he first stepped foot as young artist in Paris. He looked on his Google Maps if he was at the right place. The entrance was a big blue door. The color blue was a mixture of the colour of the sea in Cote d’Azur. He opened the door and felt like history invited him to take a look. Richard could stop looking and wanted to see every single detail. The high plafonds and fine decoration of on the walls were the first things he noticed. When he came into the second room. It was a big room with grand windows that you could look into a garden. It was simply breathtaking.

“It is beautiful, isn’t it?” as Delphine said as he slapped back out of reality. “it is.” he said with a big grin on his face. “This is it.” he said out loud as he repeated himself to make sure that both his mind and heart would agree. Richard and Delphine smiled back at each other. “Tell me the story of this building.” he asked as he was still looking around to get every single detail of the building. “It was owned by French woman that was once mistress of some famous men in London. She lived her life the fullest and was known for her love of art and music.” He could imagine her walking around her house laughing and swirling around in her night dress. When Delphine was still telling about the woman, he took out his blunt, light it up and took a drag out of it. He handed over to Delphine as joined in the moment.

They both sat down on the ground and stared at the grand garden. “You know what we having right now?” he said. “What” she asked back with a tone of curiosity. “Once in a life time moment.” Then he knew that this venue that he wanted to have.

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delphine-st-clair‌:

Delphine chuckled into her Martini and then leaned into Richard’s seat, so only he would hear what she’d say next, “Is it bad that most of times I forget about Jenifer? Good thing she chose her father’s last name, poor girl was an embarrassment to our whole family.” Then, she straightened up in her chair again, and scanned the guests to play along. “The other Rutherford bitch. I’d love to put that smug cunt back into the hospital, but this time for a one-way-trip. What about you?”

“Allez, Delphine” he said with a little bit disappoint in his voice. “I could simply watch and how she destroyed herself. It was magnifique! ” he grinned. “I think you undervalue her. She was an embarrassment to Launceston. Still love her.” He tried to make eye contact with the waiter for the permission that he could smoke her. “If she is such a smug cunt i would wonder she checked her DNA for some French genes.” he joked. He heard stories about Lara Rutherford, but was definitely going see who he was dealing with. 

“I was thinking about that waiter that isn’t filling up my drinks quickly enough or one of the Vorshevskys. They are with so many. Yet again” he exaggerated. “It is not Vixen Bingo, but Vorshevsky Bingo.”

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@castillo-adrian​

Richard found himself enjoying the night, but when the drinks were flowing he thought for a moment how Fran and Maya would have enjoyed themselves. He couldn’t simply let that thought pass away. 

He noticed him. The moment that he walked into the room. Adrian Castillo. He couldn’t take his attention away from him, because the thought that he was now in the same room with the assassin that presumably killed his two best friends. It killed him inside. It fucking killed him inside. The alcohol kept his thoughts away for moment, but later it made it even worse. 

“Adrian.” He saw the first opportunity that he could get to talk with him. Maybe people would call him a fool, but the Frenchman just wanted to have a conversation with the man that was responsible. People would never how it feels to lose the people that were close to him.

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yvonne-rutherford‌:

“I’m glad to hear of that.” Faking her way through galas and charity events was practically second nature to Yvonne at this point. Though it was considerably easier this time around without Connie hanging over her shoulder and watching her every move. Yet. No doubt that would change as soon as she deigned to make her appearance. “Oh it’s been lovely. It’s been what feels like ages since the last time I was in London and tonight’s been a good opportunity to catch up and meet new people.”

“I know exactly how you feel. It is good finally to be surrounded by friends, but good opportunity to meet new people. I’m Richard.” He exactly knew who she was. The youngest Rutherford was someone that was frequently mentioned in the French circles. He was intrigued by her who she really was. 

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Richard wasn’t in the mood for this charity game, but Jeanne insists that he needs to do his best to make the most of it. He heard about the task of egg hunts. It wasn’t more dreadful that he could imagined himself doing. He played with his children many times these egg hunts, but then his wife would mostly take the lead. 

He read his instructions as he gave his wife a kiss goodbye and left to rooftop bar. While he was heading to his destination he saw everyone participating with the game. The view of the rooftop was astonishing that he couldn’t have imagined in his head that it would look like this. It will never top the views in Paris, but this could be a close second. 

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, lighted it up and took a long drag from it. That moment he heard someone saying where the egg was. Thank God. It would be over soon. That someone would have been his ex-girlfriend. “Hey” he said back. Fucking Irony. 

“Thankfully you found the egg quickly enough. I didn’t know you would been such a good detective.” he said as he trying to ease the tension. “Okay. Now we need to read the child’s wish, right?”

A magical Easter,

@richardbaroin​ Event: Easter Magic Location: The Empire Hotel, Rooftop bar.  So far the night had been pure magic, the entertainment had been top notch and the food, well that food was simply outstanding. Honor had been pleased that she had come along, despite her initial reservations about attending another London event. 

Lifting her plate Honor found the instructions to where she’d find her golden egg, along with her mystery selected partner. She wasn’t entirely bothered about who she may have to work along side, just as long as it wasn’t a Russian. 

Carefully she made her way to the roof top, lifting the train of her dress off the ground - her mind wondering to have rooftops and long gowns probably aren’t the best of mixes. Once she reached the roof she was instantly welcome by a cold breeze of the night, not that she was complaining the fresh air and silence felt nice, just simply hearing a shallow noise of the cars driving past beneath the building.  The view we astonishing she had never seen London from this perspective, it was as if she was almost looking at an entirely different city from up here. For a moment her mind had wondered from the task at hand, the sound of a car horn bringing her back to reality.   From the corner of her eye she managed to spot the golden egg, carefully placed upon the outside sofas. As was about to make her way over when she heard the door behind her close. Without thinking, or even looking she began to speak,

“Egg is over there” she pointed, turning her head to see who her mystery partner had been. 

Her jaw dropped slightly, forcing it closed almost instantly. 

She had seen him some of the night, just simply drifting in and out the crowds but yet they had yet to meet. Perhaps that was down to her, apart of her had been avoiding the whole “Honor, meet my wife” introduction. 

“Hey…” she said, almost stammering her words. She knew her mystery partner could be worse, of course it could have been but never in a million years would she have guess they would have placed her with Richard. 

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emilia-lefebvre‌:

If it was possible for Emilia’s smile to widen, it did at the sight of an old Launceston friend. The more of her family that came to London, the more at home she was starting to feel. “Richard!” She exclaimed, hugging him back tightly before leaning back to take in his ensemble. “Looking as handsome as usual.

“I missed you! What finally made you decide to join us in London?” She asked sweetly, grabbing a glass of champagne from one of the trays floating around the room.

“Merci, Emilia. The dress looks amazing on you. You look well. It is good to see you.” he grinned as he felt the presences of all his friends here giving him more energy. 

“I felt this is best thing i needed do.” he said with smile as he thought about losing Fran and Maya. “Jeanne has a stage role on West End and could focus on expanding my business here in London.” he explained as he took sip of his drink. ���How have you been? Tell me. I want to hear everything.”

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"bitch u sexy" - claire

“Ménage à trois, Claire?”

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delphine-st-clair‌:

“Fair point, it can’t be easy, being birthed by a gold-digging trash,” she laughed into her drink, “but I’m all out of fucks to give for the Rutherford family drama.” The only Rutherford she could tolerate had already outgrown his use. At the mention of Italians, Delphine rolled her eyes, hard. “As if the average IQ of the room hasn’t been lowered enough by the tracksuit pelmeni? Merci, but absolutely fucking not.” 

“To be honest i am enjoying to see this drama to be unfold. I am just hoping that Yvonne will be the next Jenifer that would be hell of entertainment.” he admitted, because who didn’t love a little bit drama in their life. “Let’s play a game.” he grinned as he scanned the people in the room. “Who is the first person that you want to give his taste of his own medicine.”