Hi. This story is inspired by many people from tumblr (were I spend most of my time because I have no friends and I bearly go outside) expecially crimson-chains, and kawaiilo-ren on tumblr so please cheak them out. Also, go cheak out some of my other fanfictions like Victuri life which i'll try updating ever so often. Hope you enjoy the story.
-Brandi964
He's known as the ghost of Russia. Maybe it's because of his elegant silver locks or his sharp blue eyes that would pierce your soul like a dagger. He wore a nicely tailored black suit with a black tie and a pair of nicely fitting black Gucci black leather shoes that appeared like they were freshly polished when really they'd been covered with blood less than a day ago. He appeared as a mystery man to the public eye and went by several different names. However, never by his real name.
Viktor Nikiforov is considered the most dangerous man in Russia and all around the world. He's killed hundreds of people and thousands murdered on his orders. No one really knows anything about his early life. Not even the Mafia boss Yakov Feltsman.
He slowly exited his small, one bedroom apartment which looked like a place no one would suspect to be home to one of the most dangerous mafia members in Russia. It was freezing cold like usually while snow covered the streets and sidewalks through the -10.00C weather. He hid his face under a large pair of black sunglasses and a black fedora with a small black feather sticking out the side while his mouth was covered with a black neck gaiter. He hid his gloved hands in his coat pockets acting like the weather was nothing when really all he wanted to do was to do back home and cuddle up in the thick, warm covers. The streets where normally crowded with people but today they almost seemed abandoned in the mid-morning.
He pulled his hands out of his pockets to quickly check his leather watch hanging off his right hand. 9:45 a.m I'm late he thought as he started walking faster through the streets. He finally came across the alleyway he was looking for and silently slid through the narrow passage and up three stairs until he hit the building he was looking for.
It was a stone one-story building with two windows (that you could barely see through) next to the door to the right and a sign next to door saying P'yanyy I schastlivyy! In bright lights that could almost blind you. He slowly walked towards the wooden door while looking both ways to see if anyone was following him.
The club looked almost empty (since if was primarily a nightclub) except for a couple people passed out on the couch (clearly hungover). As he scanned the room he noticed the four guards guarding the windows and the doors wearing black suits and dark sunglasses. Then the man he had been looking for stepped out a large metal door near the black of the club. Yakov Feltsman the boss of the Russian mafia slowly came out with the same flat, angry look and felt hat with the rest of his gray hair to his jaw and he looked tired and a bit older than 70. He nodded at Viktor slightly and sat down on a large leather chair while Victor sat across from him, removing his sunglasses to show his sharp blue eyes.
"Did you take care of Mr. Smirnov?" he asked casually raising his feet onto the table.
"Yes boss, No one will find him or figure out it was me," Viktor said seriously and saw a small smile appear on Yakov face as he revealed the death of yet another rogue Bratok.
"I expected nothing less of you Vitya," he said reaching his hands out and slowly yet cautiously Viktor reached out and shakes it.
"Since Smirnov is dead who's gonna replace him?" he asked curiously and Yakov rubbed his chin like he was thinking then he jerked his head towards the door just as someone came in. He was a young boy probably 15 or 16 years old with long shoulder length blond hair and sharp, stone cold blue-green eyes. He wore a large, fluffy leopard print jacket draped around his thin frame with black pants and black high tops with red leopard print and had tattoos on his hands, arms and legs.
"Viktor this is Yu-" but before Yakov could finish introducing him Viktor stood up and interrupted.
"Yuri Plisetsky" and both Viktor and Yuri eyes each other with cold glances, not taking their eyes off each other. They didn't have a good history together. Viktor distinctively remembered Yuri from a mission where he and some other agents were sabotaging a drug exchange between enemy dealers from Switzerland. Everything was going according to plan until Yuri and some other soldiers came in and gunned the enemy down nearly hitting Viktor and his soldiers. "Isn't he a bit young to a Bratok" and Yuri shot back an angry expression and marched towards Viktor.
"Aren't you a little too old to be Bratok old man" he insulted but Viktor acted as if he was unphased by his antics "I'm surprised you can even pull out your gun without getting a back injury" he yelled louder while getting all up in Viktor's face.
His insults were cut short when a large yell from Yankov silenced the room " Yuuuuuuuuuri!" be nice!" and he could see anger boiling up inside Yuri.
"It's fine Yankov I don't mind being insulted by a 12-year-old," he said smiling the whole time.
"I am not 12 old man I'm 16 and I bet you're just jealous that I saved the Switzerland drug mission!" but Viktor just ignored him.
"You guys need to start getting along since you're going to be working together on your next mission" just as he said work together Viktor and Yuri looked at eachother with crazy eyes then at Yakov.
"WHAT!I'M NOT WORKING WITH HIM," they said in unison to Yakov but he was completely ignoring them.
"Well too bad" then he reached into his coat and pulled out two files full of papers and handed one to Viktor and one to Yuri. "Viktor I need you to research these agents to see if any of them are moles and Yuri I need you to keep searching for you know who," said Yakov mysteriously and they both nodded in agreement. They both left the club in silence while walking next to each other.
As Viktor came to his apartment he noticed Yuri waiting at the bus stop near his house and despite his pity for Yuri he couldn't but help him. He walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder then Yuri looked up confused. " Want a ride?" Viktor asked and Yuri looked half surprised and half angry.
"Why are you trying to help me?" he asked with slight pity in his voice.
"I'm just a really good person," he said cheerfully while Yuri rolled his eyes annoyingly but he said yes anyway because the weather was freaking freezing and he was pretty sure he would die of hypothermia if he stayed out there any longer.
Viktor's car was a slick, shiny, black dodge charger with a spotless black leather interior. As Yuri stepped in he couldn't help but be impressed at the look of the car and he made a mental note to himself to get the exact same one but with cheetah print seat covers. "Yuri, where do you live?" Viktor asked.
"I live across the street from Mikhailovsky Garden, you know where that is right?" said Yuri.
"Yah," he said as he pulled out of the parking garage of his apartment and started cruising down the road. The drive started with silence while Yuri was scrolling through his phone and not even acknowledging Viktor's existence. Viktor was the one to finally break the ice. "So, what about that case on you know who?" he asked and Yuri stared back at him with a cold glare.
"Why do you care? It's none of your business" he said coldly, turning his shoulder to Viktor.
"Well if we're gonna be working together then we shouldn't keep secrets from each other," he said cockily with a small crooked smile.
"Pssh, Fine" as he shifted towards Viktor and started scrolling through his file of paper. "Remember that agent from Kazakhstan?" Yuri asked.
"No, I forgot," he said simply and continued looking at the road.
"Seriously!, Yankov was yelling about it for a week!" he said dumbfounded by his forgetfulness.
"I must've forgotten," he said smiling as Yuri let out a small sigh of frustration.
"Otabek Altin was a Kazakhstan bratok. After someone hacked into our database and leaked important information and Yakov also believed the hacker killed several of our agents who we sent out to Kazakhstan but we managed to track the hacker back to Kazakhstan. After months, and months of searching Yakov narrowed it down to Otabek; so he sent agents to Kazakhstan and they captured him " Yuuri said with a tint of sadness in his voice that none could detect.
"Then what happened?" he asked curiously.
"After the agents caught him they locked him up in a cell while they questioned him and just like that" he snapped his fingers as if to add dramatic effect "He escaped".
"How did he escape? Where is he now?" he said anxiously with excitement and wonder in his voice.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out," Yuri said simply as they pulled up to the front of his condo. There were a few seconds of silence as the feeling of awkwardness filled the air until finally Yuri said "Thanks for the ride" and stepped out of Viktor's car.
Yuri's home life was a big mystery to most agents and that's just the way he liked it. His home was a large, two-story luxury condo with many windows that often remained covered with large draped so no one could spy on him. It was painted in a clean shade of white that shined like diamonds against the Russian architecture. He lived by himself with no adult except for his maid while his grandpa lived right next door to him and would come check up on him every so often. Yuri's parent died when he was little during a mission for the mafia so he was raised by his grandpa until he was 15.
His family had a long line of mafia members in their bloodline with Yuri being the only active one left (except for his grandpa who retired from the mafia 2 years ago). He walked up the gray stone stairs (files in hand) while looking both ways as he walked to make sure no one was watching him. When he finally got to the door he quickly entered the code into the keypad that came with his security system. The living room was decorated with a soft, gray couch, a flat screen TV, and several bookcases up against the smooth white walls.
After the somewhat stressful confrontation with Viktor and Yakov Yuri wanted nothing more than to sit down and relax for at least an hour before he got to work. He flopped down on the couch without a care and not even bothering to take his jacket or shoes off. However, before he could finally relax he felt like something was off as he looked around while looking for the answer then it hit him 'Where's Tiger?" he asked himself before getting up. Tiger was his beloved pet kitten and whenever Yuri got home Tiger would always be laying on the couch waiting for him but today that was not the case. "Tiger! Where are you?" he called around the house as he searched for his beloved pet.
When he went upstair he called Tiger's name one more time before entering one of two guest rooms where he found his cast stretched out while enjoying a nice belly rub from the guest who'd been staying with Yuri for about a month. "Hello, Yuri," the man said. He looked around 18 and had short black hair styled in an undercut which complemented his lovely brown eyes and emotionless face.
"Hello, Otabek," said Yuri simply as he walked over to twin sized bed Otabek and Tiger were sitting.
"Anything new happening with you?" he asked while Yuri grabbed his cat and sat down reluctantly next to him.
"Well, I just found out I'm gonna be working with Viktor Nikiforov on my next mission" he sounded annoyed and mad at the same time.
"Oh I've heard of him but I bet he's a big airhead," he said which made Yuri smile a bit because he knew how true it was.
"Oh trust me he is" he explained.
"So what going on with my case?" and Yuri started flipping through his file of papers that he hid in his coat.
"I sent some soldiers to Kazakhstan to look for this man but really it's all just a-".
"A wild goose chase" Otabek finished for him. Evan thought he was technically being held captive by Yuri he had grown quite close to him and he was able to live in Yuri's luxurious house instead of that old, dirty cell the Russians kept him in. He let out a small sigh then looked Yuri straight in the eyes "Yuri, how long are you planning to keep this up?" he asked and it took Yuri a few seconds to think of an answer.
"Not until I have enough evidence to prove you innocent," he said straightforward.
"Why did you even break me out in the first place?" he asked with slight annoyance and frustration in his voice.
"Because I don't think you did what you were accused of and I have proof" he paused for a second and pulled out another file with more papers in it. "Remember when I performed those truth tests on you but they all came out negative and I even tried electrocuting you till you made some confession but I got nothing".
"I'm still not gonna forgive you for that ". Yuri laughed a bit as his comment and a small smile gleamed on Otabek' s usually expressionless face. Truthfully Otabek didn't care how long he'd be staying with Yuri the only important thing was that he'd never go to Kazakhstan. He never wanted to be in the mafia in the first place but he had to since his whole family were agents and they were afraid he would reveal their secrets. Back in Kazakhstan, he felt like a prisoner and whenever he was sent on a mission to kill he would feel bad about it for weeks which is probably why he was always so introverted and he was trained to never express his true feelings.
Deep down Otabek knew Yuri felt the same way as him. Sometimes at night, he would hear Yuri yelling at someone down stair and he says things like "I never wanted to be an agent in the first place!" and "Why can't I just live a normal life!" then he could hear soft sobbing from downstairs.
"Otabek!, Otabek!" Yuri was the one to finally wake him up from his train of deep thought.
"Oh, sorry," he said leaving his thought and focusing back on Yuri.
"Weirdo" he finally said before picking up his cat and walking out the room and finally, when Otabek thought he was alone Yuri came back to say one last thing." Otabek, don't worry I promise I'll get you back home" then he left and Otabek was left alone with his thought.
As Viktor entered back into his apartment he couldn't help but feel a bit lonely "But that's the price you have to pay" he thought to himself. As a teenager Viktor rarely dated since he was always so busy training and he always thought if he ever fell in love there would be a high chance that his love one would be used against him so he just never bothered. He thought thinking about love was stupid and that he should be getting to work instead so he did but he knew in the back of his mind he knew love wasn't stupid and he though. If only.
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-Brandi964