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The girl started to choke and cough and Anatoly set her on feet. She must have inhaled a lot of smoke in that closet. He stuck close to her, hearing the distant wail of sirens. Anatoly would make sure she got looked after by the paramedics that were sure to arrive. He brushed her hair back as she coughed so hard she vomited, wishing he could get her some water or something. "I am not sure,' He answered as she asked about Medusa. "I vas not seeing anyone vhen I entered. She may have gotten out already,"

"GERRY!"

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He made sure the jacket was properly around her face to protect it and held her close to his body before he began to charge through the burning building. Anatoly didn't really question where this came from, this ability to take charge and this sense of no fear. Well...there was fear, but it was different. Instead of curling in his belly like lead, it gave him wings on his feet. He barreled his was through the raging inferno, busting the front door down with his shoulder and onto the sidewalk where the first firetrucks were showing up. He coughed and pulled the jacket away from Isla's face a little so she could breath the cool night air. "See? Ve made it, Kroshka,"

"GERRY!"

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It didn't feel right taking the night off while Medusa was still working. It was Anatoly's job to look after the bar while it was opened and if she was there then technically it was still open.

He left his small, studio apartment, traveling down to the bar when he saw it engulfed in flames. "Bozhiyey Materi!" He exclaimed as he swerved in front of the building, not caring if he was legally parked or not and burst in through the doors.

Anatoly almost didn't hear the girl's cries over the roar of the flames. He marched to store doors where the cries seem to be coming from. That wasn't Medusa's voice. It was one of her girls, "Hello? This is Anatoly! I am going to be kicking in door. Get back!" He hollared through the thick wood.

"GERRY!"

Isla, (locked in the store cupboard, as if a lock would stop the flames from getting to her) screamed out again, becoming steadily more terrified as the seconds passed and the sound of crackling got closer. Smoke had already been furling through the door for several minutes, making her cough and press her sleeve to her mouth and nose, her eyes stinging. 

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"Nyet," He chuckled, his eyes shining as he looked down at her. "Traveling, lonely creatures do not look like you. Lovely creatures like you vill alvays be surrounded by people, Kroshka, very hard to be lonely,"

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Eastern Promises

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"Oh, are they?" He asked. He couldn't feel a little disappointed. He was hoping to tell her. Perhaps she had a boyfriend that called her that. Oh well, you couldn't win them all, Anatoly thought. "Vell, I am not being surprised. That someone must be caring very much you,"

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Anatoly took the elbows of a young woman that stumbled into him and looked over in concern, "Are you alright?" She was pretty and he was suddenly starting to warm up to his job. "Da, Privet," He said with a little smile.

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"Vell, can’t be too bad…da?" The man murmured to himself as he followed the red head into the bar. 

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This is new job?

"Vell, can't be too bad...da?" The man murmured to himself as he followed the red head into the bar. 

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what a beautiful human

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Nikolai Luzhin appreciation post. Aka Maggie shouldn’t be allowed to watch Eastern Promises like ever.

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Nikoli had a pastry stuffed half in his mouth as the big man addressed him. He seemed to have known more people than he realized. He chewed and swallowed what portion was in his mouth so he could talk clearly, facing the other man. 

 "Is it? I'm afraid I'm not sure...do we know one another?" He asked curiously.

Detour

Sonny gripped the key tightly in his hand, making his way slowly though the city streets.  He wanted go to Dmitri’s shop, he wanted to smell the wood and varnish and forget for a moment, but he knew that when he got there he would be alone with his thoughts.  WIth a sigh, he paused in front of a bakery, looking at the white clad workers inside serving warm pastries as the sweet smell wafted out the door. Maybe he’d just pop in for a moment, get something to fill his stomach before continuing on his journey. He gripped the door handle, nodding as the out coming patron thanked him until he realized who it was a gave a soft smile. “Fancy seeing you here.”

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The dark man turned at his name, blinking a little. At least he was responding to it now. He saw a young man jogging up to him, but he didn't know him. His features however, told him that maybe he knew a relative of his. 

 "Da, that is my name," He said, raising a brow. "I am feeling good for man not knowing vhat his name is..who are you?"

New Day || Open

Ferdi was walking and trying to get lost in the air, the sounds and the people. He just wanted to get his mind off everything and he loved walks to clear his head. In the distance, he saw a figure who was only barely familiar, but it took no time at all to realize who it was. Ferdi knew very little about what went on during the raid, but he figured Niki might want to know about Cat.

"Nikolai?" Ferdi said, very cautiously. He was certain Niki didn’t care for Charles - how could he? But maybe he’d show mercy on the youngest Prince. If not, Ferdi was going to have to think fast. "How - how are you feeling?"

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New Day || Open

It was peaceful outside the hospital. True, he didn't have his memories, but he was a fully functional human being. Nikoli had signed himself out, despite his doctor's furious protests and strolled out of the building a free man.

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Well, the man was right,  Nikoli didn't remember anything about a lawyer, but he really didn't remember much of anything. He sighed as he looked at the briefcase the gimpy man placed on the table. "Vell..I suppose there is being no time like present. Who know how long it vill be before i get memory back. Is like rhyme, eggman falling off vall, ah, the name escapes me like everything else," He shrugged and looked up at him.  "So...vhat do you need me to be doing?"

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"Catarina? I...no..I am not recognizing this name...vy?" He asked asked, meeting her eyes.

Her hands were soft and warm. They helped ease the tension in his body and a tired smile tugged on the corners of his lips. "Am I not, Kroshka? I am having nothing to to my name...but perhaps you being right," His eyes crinkled a little, "right now I am feeling like richest man in vorld," He gave her hand a little squeeze.  

 'I am having dreams of demons...of fire and blood...of quick sand..and of a bird. I'm..I need to protect this bird...but I know as I am being sucked down into the pit that i cannot...I am hearing my Mama singing...and then everything is going black. I vake up...and I am here..." Nikoli shrugs a little, his face going a little strained.

Laela blinked when the man seemed to have a faint memory of someone yet was not too sure, somehow that piqued her curiosity and the urge to take care of him spiked high. “Do you remember what she looks like? Do you remember someone named Catarina?” Her voice was soft almost as if coaxing a child, after all she didn’t want to spook him or something. 

She sat next to him on the bed once he was tucked in, studying his scarred face while her mind ran a million miles an hour. But when the man’s hand patted hers and he spoke as if she was doing a whole lot of thing for him when she truly wasn’t, she smiled down at the Russian. “You are no beggar. Besides, I want to help you.” She didn’t know why but she took her hand in hers brushing her thumb back and forth on the rough skin, giving him the comfort she would guess he needed. It must be hard waking up having almost no recollection of anything but somehow, she wished that would happen to her. Then things would be easier. It would almost be like a reset to her life. 

"I’m sure Niki." She murmured while trying to keep the smile on her face even though the worry was starting to show. "I am no pretty lady but I’m sure I can handle it. If you’re up to telling me that is."

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He looked down at her, her face still cradled in his large, inked hands. It all felt so familiar but it brought back nothing. It was like his mouth and his body knew instinctively how to react to the young girl in front of him. He just wished he knew why.

Nikoli blew a breath out of his nose as he looked down at her. "My dreams...they are not being pleasant...I vould not burden such a pretty girl vith them...but something is telling me you are stronger than that. 

"Vystal'naya balka , zavernutyye v tonchayshego kruzheva . Krasivo, no sil'nyy," He chuckled a little, rubbing away a couple more of her tears. "Like a Tsarina,"

"I am being a very glupaya zadnitsa .for forgetting someone like you...I must be begging your forgiveness, Catarina," He murmured, his brow creasing. 

"Now, that I am not believing. You are beautiful. You must be beating off men vith stick..." He suddenly didn't like the idea of men being around her. It was an old feeling. He couldn't place it. She made him feel like there was something he should know. She made him feel like there was someone he was supposed to be again. 

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If all he could remember was their mother’s voice then they couldn’t even share that, the woman having died mere days after her birth. “Dreams? What about?” 

Her soft sniffles shook her body as he reached up to her cheeks, the feeling so familiar yet so devastating. How could he not remember her but still do the things he had done before? She laughed, the sound strangely melancholy. “Potomu chto vashaglupaya zadnitsa , chto ochen’ mnogo znachit dlya menya." 

"I… I don’t have a boyfriend." You scared them all away and I’d scream at you for at least a week. Oh, and I’m being forced to marry the son of your rival family. Good to see you again.

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"Tsarina, it is vhat Russians call their queens...but..no.." His brow dimpled. That word, it felt wrong when he said it now. "I..am mistaken. I am calling someone that long ago...I am not remembering who..."

She tucked him in like a child, an action he somehow knew hadn't been done for a very, very long time. She smelled much better than the hospital, like floral shampoo and expensive perfume. As her small hands tucked the scratchy blanket over him, he patted one with a large, tattooed hand. "You are being far to kind to this beggar, Kroshka...I am having no vay to thank you...I am not even sure I am having place to go vhen doctors release me,"

He shakes his head, "Are you being sure you are vanting to here...my dreams...they are not pleasant for such pretty ladies,"

"I’m sorry? Tsarina? Who’s that?" Her brow furrowed because she didn’t understand what he meant. What did tsarina had to do with her looking like a princess? Though it didn’t matter, she was not a princess in any way even though people may think she was. The sides of her lips curled up when he wanted her to stay, his words were something she’s never heard before and it made her heart flutter just a little bit.

"Do you need anything then? Tell me and I’ll help you." Her voice was soft as she spoke, shuffling on the best to get closer to the man to help him settle more into the bed and pulling the covers up for him. She knew that this man could be dangerous, but he looked so fragile now that there was no way he could harm her. Plus he didn’t look like a man that would harm her, at least she hoped. "Dreams? What kind of dreams Niki?"