#balshoymedvyed

[sashashostakov]

@balshoy-medvyed

“Again with the swearing … I will be fine, I am more better suited to this climate than I look, I can assure you. But I do appreciate your concern, Sasha.” A teasing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth upon hearing the boy’s genuine concern; if the department were to succeed in sinking their claws into him, that would be removed. No concern for others. No conscience. Nothing but their objectives … no innocence or choice. That was why this was important to Mikhail. It had taken him a lifetime to reclaim those things and he would not see Department X tear another apart to suit their needs. Trudging on through the snow, Mikhail kept his gaze wandering across the expanse of white and tree trunks strewn out before them. It would be a few hours before they reached the closest Eveni settlement, but it was still a better choice than swimming across the river. He would be fine if he were to change forms, but the boy did not have that luxury. It was better to keep moving for now. “I will not lie to you - if they find us, they may well attempt to kill me. I have been a proverbial thorn in their side for many years and I have managed to slip through their grasps a few too many times. You, you will be not be killed. You are an asset to them because of your parentage.” Meeting the teenager’s gaze with a sideways glance, Mikhail pursed his lips, remaining silent for a few moments as he considered how to traverse this imaginary minefield. He did not wish to overstep boundaries that Alexei should explain, but he needed the boy to understand the true danger he was in. 

“They will drag you back to that place. They will put you through conditioning to wipe away all that you are and all that you know. They will do this until they have a blank slate and they will build you into a soldier of their own design and send you to kill those you care for.”

brows furrowing at the man's answer, it was blunt, but at least the guy wasn't going to tip-toe around how far up shit creek they were. what the hell had he landed himself in? jesus christ, he'd just gone to see a grave and ... and what?

no fucking clue. but the thud of pain at the back of his head told him something had hit him. whether it was there in the cemetery or that place they'd escaped - was everyone else at home okay?

would they have tried to do the same to his mom? his pops? would they know where he was now? but what if that was the point? what if he was just a lure to drag them into a trap? what if ... what if. what if.

' i don't want to hurt anyone. '

shaking his head, the teenager tried to stop his thoughts from going into freefall again. instead, he gave the other man a proper look up and down; he was tall, well over the six-foot sasha hovered around, but he was solid too - had he been a soldier? he definitely knew his way around this place, so had he been here before too? what had the guy done to make himself such an enemy to those department people?

' why ... why would they want to kill you? would they not just - like you said - condition you too? ' the air quotes he used probably didn't land too well, but he was doing his best to try and understand the shitshow he'd been landed in.

[ultradynamo]

she had been sure mikhail would be in one of two places; his apartment or this bar. when she had gotten no answer at his door, she'd proceeded to the bar and had been in luck. he was there but he looked worse for wear. they hadn't spoken in such a long time and the guilt that ate at her insides were tenfold as she looked at him. what happened while she was away? where had he gone? what had he done? galina had had little information about any of her friends or associates since she had been back in siberia.

galina didn't wait for an invitation to sit down and slid onto the stool next to him. the bartender approached and she ordered an old fashioned, giving the young guy her credit card to open a tab. god knew she was probably going to need it tonight. she waited until her drink was in front of her before turning her body to face mikhail.

'извини, миша' she drew in a shaky breath. 'it wasn't by choice. i know i made a promise and i broke it, but it was so much more complicated than that. if i hadn't left...it would have been you they punished instead of me. i couldn't let that happen.' not for her. he had done enough for her already and she hadn't been about to let him suffer for her mistakes.

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[vindiktor]

balshoy-medvyed started following you

of all the countries and cities he’d graced over the years, never had he encountered another that had such a proclivity of churning out wanted expats.

‘ mikhail uriokovitch ursus — there aren’t many who have the dubious distinction of having escaped a gulag not once, but twice. ’

[nikolaikrylov]

“дядя Миша - don’t stare at me like that.”

[darkstar-petrovna]

Updated my relationships page (because it was in drastic need of an overhaul and update).

[illwriteatragedyar]

balshoy-medvyed

    So -- are you related to anyone in this     family mess, or just -- 

[thatscoloneldanverstoyou]

( balshoy-medvyed )

“I don’t suppose you have any ideas on how to talk a one year old into sleeping until nine, do you?”

[menagerii]

"How come you're so tall?"

[leonidnovokov]

balshoy-medvyed replied to your post:"A man without friends is a man without power."

No war has been won by a single man, Leo. No war will ever be won by an individual; armies, soldiers - comrades - that is what win wars.

    THEN I suppose I'll just have to try harder. 

[sashashostakov]

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this was a shitshow.

how long had they been running? too long, his chest was burning in his chest.  turning on the spot when the guy took his hand from his shoulder, sasha felt his adrenaline start to wane. tall trees with sparse branches, snow further up the slopes, the gurgling rush of the river behind them ... and not another soul as far as he could see.

except for this guy.

who was turning them back the other way. who just slapped down his idea of crossing the river like it was a kid’s notion ... who the hell was he anyhow? he’d helped sasha escape, sure - but why? who did he work for? 

‘ i ain’t goin’ anywhere until i know who the hell you are? ’ casting his arm up high and to his left, probably not even the direction they’d come from, but he needed something to ground his reeling thoughts right now, ‘ who the hell are they? ’

‘ where the fuck am i? and what the fuck is going on? why should i trust you? ’

[ultradynamo]

balshoy-medvyed​ answered:

[ a lilting smile slipped across his lips, head canting to glance around towards his assailant ]

“The prodigal girlfriend returns … Я скучал по тебе.”

"What can I say?" she grinned at him faintly. "Many things to do trying to find work for a pilot. I’m not having much luck.”

[nizshiy]

balshoy-medvyed replied to your post “Someone is on your side.”

Then may I suggest getting un-used to it. I am on your side of this and I will do what I can to help ... with or without your permission.

   AND I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm a big    girl. I can take care of myself. I can handle this.

[disintegrativeruin-blog]

; balshoy-medvyed

     Sorry -- were you looking      for someone?

[darkstar-petrovna]

[ this wasn’t nice. it wasn’t ideal. it wasn’t what she had signed up to do ... carol was her sister-in-law. well, sort of, an ex in-law to be exact, but she had been the closest thing to a sister laynia had ever had. she had been the rock that had kept her sane during her pregnancy, and she had been a saint ever since nik had been born ... giving her andrei’s old clothes, and offering a helping hand or shoulder to lean on whenever she had needed it. 

and this was how she was to thank her? ]

[ no, it wasn’t nice. and it wasn’t ideal ... but this was a war. nobody had used that word yet, all seemed content to dance around it actually. but it was a war - and that was the horrible reality about war — it wasn’t ideal.

however, she was doing what was best for andrei. he was her nephew, and hell or high water, she wasn’t going to stand by as he was caught up in the crossfire a war he had no part in. 

but it still didn’t stop her feeling like a criminal, teleporting into carol’s apartment in the dead of night and sneaking around her nephew’s room to gather up some clothes and toys for the toddler. ]

Hey there, sweetheart ... I’m sorry, I know it’s early, chicken.

[ a forced smile covered the guilt she felt in her chest, but it settled the bleary-eyed tot, as did the blanket she draped over his shoulders, a holdall slung over her shoulder as she held andrei tight to her chest before the dull flash of pink lit up the room as she left the same way she’d gotten in - a small handwritten note left in the empty crib. ]

— I’m sorry. But I can’t stand by and watch as neither of you do anything to protect him.

[nikolaikrylov]

balshoy-medvyed started following you

"I didn't do it."

[thatscoloneldanverstoyou]

balshoy-medvyed replied to your post “you had my curiosity. but now you have my attention.”

And yet the lack of details only makes me more and more intrigued …

She, uh...she tried to teach some of the other kids to fly.