It was just after 6am, Mickey had allowed Svetlana a nights rest. She woke up to get a glass of water, to hear something coming from the front... Perhaps it was an open door banging in the wind. Then she heard people talking, one was definitely Mickey, she couldn't make out the other. All of a sudden she started to hear shouting, a smash against the wall, against the floor and cries of pain. She knew the Milkovichs were psychos, but she didn't expect it first thing in the morning.

All of a sudden it went silent, there were no more noises - even in Russia silence during a fight is not a good thing. She then thought about the situation, what if it was Mickey that had been knocked unconscious? What would Terry do if he walked in to find her in the house and his son nearly dead in the front? She knew she had to do something. As much as she didn't want to be a part of her current situation, she had to show loyalty - as Terry explained to her as part of her brief. With that she grabbed a baseball bat, which always hung from the wall by the doors in the Milkovichs house, and slowly made her way out to discover the scene for herself.

As she opened her bedroom door, she could feel the cold, so putting a bathrobe around herself as quickly as possible, she slowly looked around the corner, clear. She moved down the hall, quietly so as not to wake Terry - she really didn't want to have to fuck him again. Yes she knew it was wrong, but it was money, and loyalty... As she looked around the final corner, she could see the front door open, the moonlight lighting up the entire scene. She saw that Mickey was fine, covered in blood, scared shitless because of her presence from the dark hall.

Then she looked downwards, something was on the floor, someone was on the floor and there was blood everywhere. On the wall, on the carpet, on the table, the lamp, even the front door got some. Why would this be happening at 6 am Who the hell was this? Is this why Mickey told her to treat herself, so she would be too distracted to notice? Had she not woken up to get some water, would she even have seen it? More terrified, yet more confident she approached Mickey.

"Who is dis man? What have you do to him?" Svetlana said to Mickey, seeing a small amount of fear being relieved from his face.

"Just fucking help him!"

As Mickey's rage receded, and having seen that his wife had walked in on the entire incident, he looked back down and there saw what was left of Ian Gallagher. He had done it plenty of times, but people never usually asked for it to be done - this was the second time that Ian told him to kick the shit out of him... He may have done it this time. What the hell had he done? Was he still alive? Was he still breathing? Mickey wasn't as good at checking on people as killing them.

"Please Svet, help him." Mickey insisted.

"Who is dis man? Why, why you do dis? He owe money?" Svetlana asked, trying to keep Mickey calm whilst trying to work out if he was worth saving or tossing. "So much blood, why?"

"I don't need you to ask questions, I need you to help him." Mickey was walking around in circles, moving Ian over onto his back, was that even right? "He's a friend, just a friend."

Whilst looking at his face, she recognized him, she had seen him at the wedding... She had seen him here in this very room... "He fuck you! He fuck you! Did you do dis because he do bad thing to you!?"

"No, it just sorta happened... It was an accident, honestly." Mickey looked into her eyes, and for the first time they seem to have agreed that this was just between them. She knew he fucked men, she had been told to fuck the gay out of him after all. His eyes were honest, they trusted each other. "Is he alive?" Mickey finally said, as best as he could.

"Yes, yes, I think so. But so much blood... Maybe too much I think. He go to hospital now. Now!" Svetlana almost raised her voice, maybe if she helped Mickey, she could be forgiven for what she'd been doing with his Dad. She knew that Mickey didn't know about it, and didn't know how he would react - especially if this was how he treats friends. "No time, I think. We get him in car, stop the blood and drive there."

With that, Mickey somehow lifted Ian into the car. Svetlana grabbed bandages and a few towels to bandage up his face and neck, they got in the car. As Mickey was driving, Svetlana was trying to help the still unconscious Ian Gallagher. As they arrived, Mickey got out, ran and got a stretcher and help as Svetlana did her best... Though by the looks of Ian's face, what she had been doing was simply never going to be enough.

As Ian was brought into the hospital, the better of Svetlana got to her, she ran into the car and abandoned her husband. She could do no more, and besides she needed to go back before Terry saw the blood stained room. Though she wondered why he was so terrified of Terry finding the dead gay man, she knew that he obviously wasn't just a middle of the night friend. He actually cared about someone, and that's what got her through it.

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6:30 came and went. Lip and Mandy watched and waited, watched and waited. There was no sight of him. They double checked with the officers, he didn't show up. Had he traveled across town and signed up elsewhere? Had he really been that deceptive, how the fuck could he do this to his family, to his friends? The other possibility was that he had seen them waiting there, and decided to hang low; or that he had been found...

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7:30 came and went, Micky's phone began to ring. He had left Ian at the hospital, run for it. He couldn't cope with it, the idea that he did this to Gallagher cut open his heart. He found his way somehow to their spot on top of the roof. He never knew why, but since no one else ever came here, he guessed that it was like their own fucked up paradise. His phone rang again, and his breath stopped when he saw that it was his sister. Many had texted him 14 times in the last hour, he owed her something. After he managed to start breathing again he called her back.

"Listen, just listen. He's not enlisting, he's currently in hospital. He got jumped on bad, real fuckin bad." Mickey said as steadily as he could, he knew there would be a million questions, but he couldn't deal with them.

"Who did it? Is he ok?"

"I don't know, I really don't know Mand..." With that Mickeys phone was switched off. If only he could cry, he badly wanted to, but he couldn't. He single handedly broke Gallagher, broke his heart and now the rest of his body... There was nothing left.

As he sat there, he realized what Gallagher had seen in joining the army... What he would give right now to head out, vanish...