Important Author's Note

Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, but I've been reading them and writing for a looong time; so dont worry, I do know what I'm doing . . . for the most part ;) So some briefing, this will revolve around Anatoly's and Vladimir's sister (one of my OC's), and the family relationship, then later on I will introduce a Vladimir/OC if you guys like them together (its one of the sisters friends). That's it for now! Thanks for reading!*infinite cookies and cake*

Also dialogue in italics is Russian!

For some reason, I couldn't sleep last night. It was as if my mind knew what was going to happen and therefore tried to warn me. I had no idea, so when I received the phone call I nearly fainted, from lack of sleep or shock, I have no idea.

After almost ten years, I- along with some help- had located the two people I loved and hated the most: my brothers. There was a large age difference between us. While my brothers were both in their mid thirties, I was in my early twenties, 24 to be exact. When the two of them were caught in their drug scandals, they were thrown into the Utkin Prison in Russia; I was only eighteen. I remember the one time I saw them in that hell hole. It will forever stay in my mind, as clear the sun on a cloudless day.

Nine Years Earlier, Utkin Prison, Russia

I slowly made my way through the snow that covered the ground in layers. The day was as cold as any other, but this time not only physically but also mentally. A month ago, my two older brothers, the only family I had left, were caught in their schemes. I knew they were doing something, something illegal. The police caught the two with a large bag of drugs, from heroine to cocaine and LSD. Plus money, lots of money.

I reached the entrance which was flanked on each side with a heavily armed guard. I was permitted to enter through the thick metal doors where I came upon a dreary room. Four more guards stood on alert, and I crossed over to a wood desk at which was seated a bald man with a stern, threatening face.

"I am here to visit Vladimir and Anatoly Ranskahov." I stated in as stern as a voice as I could muster.

"Hand over your I.D. and bag to be checked. You will be patted down." The man sad in a threatening voice, as if I did not do exactly what he said I would be shot on the spot. Then a guard came over and patted me down, checking the pockets of my thick wool jacket and the insides of my fur boots. The man at the desk preceded to check to see if my ID was valid before nearly yelling at me the rules. I were to be escorted by a guard at all times, unless they were requested to wait outside the cell door. They were not responsible for any injuries or possible death I faced when interacting with inmates. I then had to sign papers.

It was at this point that I noticed my shaking hands, from the cold or my nerves. I had not seen my brothers for a month. I did not know how they may currently look or behave towards me. I only knew that I had only one chance to see them: now. And so I walked.

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The guard stopped me in front of a cell. It was dark and damp, smelling like death. The walls and ground were a dark, filthy stone. He unlocked the door using a key from his belt. Luckily my brothers were not high security prisoners, otherwise I would never be allowed physical contact.

I took a deep breath. This was not a time for nerves, so I stepped into the dark cell with a confident step, but quickly lost it, almost along with my breakfast, at the sight that met my eyes.

My brothers, whom I had grown up with and loved, were in the corner, wearing only dirty, brown pants. They had various gashes and bruises; I could have only imagined what tortures that they had to ensue. But there they were, strong in the darkness, like I will always remember them. In that moment, I heard Vladimir say in a slightly surprised tone, "Samira."

Even though these were the two people who had crushed me, they were also the people who were always there when I was younger.

I couldn't help it anymore, I had missed them more then my pride would admit. I ran over to the two still slightly stunned as they sat on the cold ground. I dropped down in an unceremoniously heap and threw my arms around the both of them. "You idiots! I can't believe the mess you've gotten yourselves into! Always doing things reckless, you-"

"Shh, calm down sister," Anatoly said in an amused tone, patting my head in the way that he always did when I was younger. At this point I was almost in tears, I knew that this may as well be the last time I saw them. "We will make it out, we always do." I rolled my eyes.

"Well your ego seems to have gotten you thrown in here," I said, clearly frustrated. "What have they done to you! This is supposed to be a jail not a torture chamber!" I exclaimed, trying to keep my voice and anger to a minimum. I eyed the various cuts, more like gashes, along their chest. If I had know I would have brought my medical supplies, but the guards probably wouldn't have let me in with them anyway.

"Samira." Vladimir started, causing me to shift my gaze over to him. "Keep your temper at bay, they do not take things so lightly here." I could see the smirk that creeped onto his face though, I knew he was proud of my temper, though he never seemed to want to be on the receiving end when it flared. I returned the smile, a true smile, because it reminded me of when we were younger. "Do not worry about us, we will figure it out. Keep yourself out of trouble."

I snorted, very ungraciously at this, getting myself an amused chuckle from Anatoly. "Oh yes, I'll keep myself out of trouble if the both of you do your best to avoid any more."

"We will try our best, but no promises Samira," Anatoly responded in an amused but dark voice.

"You have two minutes!" The guard outside the door barked. I had nearly forgotten about him. I let out a sound near to a growl; I had expected a little longer with my brothers.

"You will take care of yourself Samira?" Vladimir questioned. He was always the more protective of the two, but with the worst temper.

"Of course I will. If you ever get out of this hell hole someone responsible needs to watch the two of you." They both smiled. This was when the tears threatened to come, but I thanked the darkness. I doubted that the two could tell.

"Now!" the guard at the door barked again.

"Goodbye."

I guess I was taking to long, because the guard marched into the cell with a scowl on his face before barking at me to get of the filthy ground and leave. My jaw and fists were clenched. Ever since I was a child I hated to be told what to do, but my brothers shot me a look, clearly telling me to control my temper. I stood and turned my back to them with heavy steps. I had promised Mother that I would watch over them. She new their ambitions.

So far I had failed, but I told myself, I would make it up to her.

Current Time, Nine Years Later

I knew where they were.

Now was my chance.

I would make it up to her.

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