Polina nodded slowly, casting her gaze down and away as her next request brought a shameful and guilty feeling.
"My papa wasn't always a bad man...he used to really love us. Because of that love, I'm embarrassed to ask, but...can you make it quick for him?" She asked. Perhaps she wasn't sad to know her father would be "getting his", so to speak, but he was still her papa and even after everything, she didn't want him to suffer. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei nodded clearly, he had no qualms with killing someone quickly. It was better that Polina was specific with what she wanted, otherwise Alexei could’ve done anything. The important thing is that this man could literally never do harm again.
“I will do it quickly.” He confirmed aloud.
Alexei had a lot of follow-up questions, in order to complete this task. He didn’t want to overwhelm Polina, but he had the sense that they were establishing a mutual trust. She would do him this service.
“How can I make your mama trust me, so she will come with me?” He asked her then.
Polina took pause at the question. It wasn’t as if she had anything of hers to give Alexei to show her mama, she had been stripped bare of it all at that awful place. Even then, if Alexei showed up with something of hers without Polina in tow, her mama might think the worst.
She thought on it for awhile longer before looking up at Alexei. She worked her mouth a bit, as if gathering gumption, and got up from the bed. Hesitantly, she made her way towards him and when she stood in front of him, she reached out to place her palms on his cheeks. She ran her thumbs over the space just beneath his eyes before leaning forward to gently tap her forehead against his.
“Give her this and tell her that her маленькая жемчужина is okay…and that I’ll be waiting for her.” As soon as Polina finished the instruction, she pulled away and stepped backwards towards the bed. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei was disarmed by how quickly Polina sat up and crossed the floor to him. His cheeks burned under her palms, and his breath hitched in his throat, when her forehead pressed to his. Again, he could hear his blood rushing in his ears and he swallowed hard. His eyes watched her as she returned to her spot on his bed; positively bewitched.
“I will tell her.” Alexei said with a little nod. “Where can I find them?” He asked.
“We had a small apartment in Brighton Beach, I can give you the address.” Polina nodded. “It’s a family building, so maybe…don’t cause too much of a stir.” She added, though if she thought on it more she’d realize that didn’t matter. No one ever came running to her or her sisters’ aid when they screamed. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei stood up then, and gave Polina a little bow.
“Stay here, I will be back as soon as I can.” Alexei began, he then crossed the room to his dresser to put on the matching sweatshirt to his sweatpants. “Try to sleep, you’ll be safe here.” He added.
Though she didn't protest, Polina knew full well she wouldn't be able to sleep despite her exhaustion. She mustered a little nod towards Alexei and lifted her feet up off the floor and scooted them up onto the bed with her so her knees could tuck to her chest. She wrapped her arms around them, looking up at Alexei from underneath pale lashes.
"I'll be waiting." She said instead. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei made his way over to Brighton Beach, he was familiar with the area as it housed many Russian immigrants. He believed this was about the area that Spider grew up, amongst a huge and thriving community of hardworking Russian people. He passed many white collar workers, leaving for their early morning shifts at whatever cannery or factory they found work at. The Nikitin family tried their best to take care of Russian immigrants and their flourishing families, but there were a lot of people to keep track of. It was easier said than done. He found the apartments Polina directed him to, he made an effort to be mindful of his surroundings and to not disrupt any of the families in the building, or their neighbors he passed on the stairs.
For Polina, he would made this right. As quickly as possible, and with as few a trauma he could manage.
The Lebedev family home was silent inside, though the immediate neighbors would most likely gripe about how the sudden quiet was long overdue. Mournful wailing had been accompanied by angry yelling all night long and as it was not the first time, none of the neighbors bothered to investigate.
Inside the small apartment was bizarrely still despite all the carrying on, everything in its place. Two small women's coats and one man's hung up on hooks by the door, along with three pink mufflers that looked distinctly handmade. The entryway opened up into the living room that looked cluttered in a lived in way, but somehow gave the impression that many things had not been touched or used in a long time, more like a curation of the past. There was a little stand next to the TV that held bottles of nail polish, many of which had separated from disuse, and a tray of girl's hair clips, rubber bands, and ribbons. On a shelf nearby there was an old CD player and a collection of CDs from groups that had been popular a few years prior. Next to the CD player were several frames housing photos of three young girls clinging to each other and laughing in all of them.
There was a bedroom door at the far right of the living room, the door opened to reveal a disheveled bed with floral sheets and a thick red duvet. On the floor there was a knocked over lamp, the vase like bottom shattered, but the light still shining through it's lampshade. Along with the broken lamp was a shattered ceramic box with several pairs of earrings that had been stored inside. The floral rug on the floor had been rucked up in different places, the rubber underside flipped up at one corner. Besides the obvious signs of struggle in this room, if one looked around they would know that out of the entire apartment this place was the most used and most inhabited. There was a basket of undone laundry, half-used lotions and oils on a dresser, a humidifier still running at the corner of the room.
Straight passed the living room was a short hallway where a bathroom sat to the left and a doorway into a second room lay at it's end.
There was no light on in this room, though early morning light had begun to come through as little slits between blind slats. On one side of the room was a bed, though something about it felt lonely. There were two night stands on either side of the bed but only one had the appearance of use while the other was completely empty. In the closet only hung men's clothes and a dress bag at the very back that held a white wedding gown and a kokoshnik at the flat bottom of the bag.
Then there was a chair at the corner of the room.
It was an old leather chair that had probably been purchased from the thrift store or had maybe even been picked up from the curb. It was worn with use and had several afghans draped over the back and folded in the seat of it to make it comfortable. The arms of the chair were scratched up from a cat that the previous owners of the chair must have had because the Lebedevs had never owned one.
In the chair there was a slumped figure of a man, backlit from the lowlight sneaking it's way in. His light brown hair hung over his face as his head hung down. Curled at his feet was a woman who's face was red from crying. While he looked still, she trembled terribly as she lay on the floor. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei tried the handle on the door and the knob turned with no resistance; it was unlocked. When Alexei pushed the door open, his eyes needed only a second to adjust to the light, or lack there of. He could see the apartment was in various states of disarray, some of it from just being a family home; well lived in. In other aspects, it was clear an altercation of sorts had taken place; shattered ceramics and scatters trinkets. Finally, his eyes fell on the trembling figure on the floor; Polina’s mama.
He dared to pass the threshold of the doorway and step into the home. He didn’t want to scare Polina’s mama, but he supposed that might be inevitable.
Marina Lebedev stirred at the sound of shoes scuffling on the bristly carpet and pushed herself up off the floor, though she still remained where she lay. She looked up at the intruder from beneath mussed, blonde hair, her pupils large but unfocused as if she were trapped in sort of delirium. The front of her night dress was stained with large patches of red and it clung to the fabric heavy and there were smears of it also on her flushed cheeks. On the floor nearby was a knife that looked more like a kitchen utensil than a nefarious weapon despite the gore that stained the blade.
It took little more than a glance at the man, Bogdan Lebedev, as the rising sun illuminated more and more of the space. He was slumped over himself, but not in slumber, rather, because he was very much dead. Not only was he dead, he was the source of the blood with his chest pocked with countless stab wounds. His face was frozen with horror, eyes still open and mouth poised in a now silent cry.
Marina darted her hand out for the knife. It clattered on the floor several times as she shook violently still, but once she gripped onto the knife she raised it towards herself.
"Остановись прямо там. I-I won't let you take me like you took my girls." She sputtered, figuring this man was one of the men her husband owed money too. Now that he was dead, surely they would need another means of getting repayment. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
As the morning light leaked in from the blinds, the scene became clearly illuminated. Alexei’s eyes, widened with surprise but not fear; he was impressed. He’d expected to find a battered woman, but this woman was probably once battered, she had been pushed over the edge. This woman was a phoenix, he kinda hoped she would stab him; she should do whatever she wants.
Alexei dropped to his knees then and held up his hands. He wanted to seem less threatening, while he thought she should do whatever she wanted, that did not encapsulate stabbing herself.
“пожалуйста, не надо!” He called out to her, but not too loudly, in his attempt to not scare her.
Marina kept the knife pointed at herself, though she did scoot further away from the man, bumping into her husband's leg as she did so.
"I will not let you take me." Her voice shook as she spoke, but she sounded very much unafraid of following through in her threat to kill herself. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“I came to bring you to Polina. She is alive, unharmed even; she sent me for you.” Alexei pleaded with her. He contemplated snatching the knife from her hands, it would be harder since she was holding on with both hands but he could do it. But he wanted to give her a chance to come to him willingly.
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