Mila had been seeing a young man recently, for the very first time. Most boys at school avoided her because of her intimidating older brother. Though Mila didn’t mind, she had her brother and best friend Pia to keep her company. But Adrik thought it might not be a terrible idea to make an arrangement that could solidify mafia status. Mila also didn’t mind that, surely her Dad knew what was best. She also found Maxim pleasing enough, he was sweet and good looking.
Pia often teased about the pairing, saying the Mila and Maxim sounds like a married couple already. But there was lots of time before Mila could even consider marriage, instead she waited for Maxim in one of the many spare rooms of the penthouse. This one was mostly for entertaining, with a big grand piano in the middle of the room. Before it was strictly for hired performers during parties, but since Mila was young she’d given it purpose with piano lessons. She was practicing while she waited for Maxim, idly hitting keys and humming to herself.
Things with Maxim were still pretty casual. So she wasn’t very dressed up, sporting just a pale blue button up and cream colored circle skirt. She wore no makeup, her white lashes hid behind glasses to protect her fragile crimson eyes. Her hair was kept in its normal fluffy bob, soft and full from the curls being brushed out. Not fancy, but still very pretty.
Maxim Turgenev had been told his entire life that there were only two important things in life: family and duty. In his case, perhaps more than anyone else in his family, these things overlapped in an overwhelming manner by the way of his involvement with Mila Nikitin, the only daughter of infamous Adrik Mitorovich, one of the highest ranking members of the Nikitin crime family, who his own father and brothers were employed by.
His family had old ties to some of the crime families back in Russia, but while they were certainly not a family to turn your nose at in their own right, they found more strength and power in serving the Nikitins and offering their ties for more notoriety. However, his father, as well as Adrik himself, saw that there was something to be gained by both parties if a more tangible union could be formed between them, perhaps through the old ways.
Perhaps through marriage.
While Mila herself was not yet contemplating marriage to anyone yet, from the time Maxim had been formally introduced as a suitor it had been not a matter of if, but rather when the two would be wed. His family would secure a more powerful position with the Nikitins while the Nikitins would have their own access, so to speak, to the ties with the families in Mother Russia. And though it seemed from the outside that the budding relationship was based purely on ulterior motive, Maxim found that he genuinely enjoyed his time with Mila.
She was a soft and delicate, as well as very pretty in a very unique way. He enjoyed tracing her doll-like with his eyes, his gaze tangling in fluffy white curls as well as leaping from the slopes of her snowy lashes. She was very proper, which was very different from other girls their age. Even his sister, Lina, who was three years younger than Mila, was often caught gallivanting in ways that merited severe scoldings from their father. And though she was pretty and certainly a lady, above all else, Maxim enjoyed her kindness.
Maxim had just finished with soccer practice and had gone straight from school to the Nikitin's penthouse. He had showered in the locker room so his wavy brown hair was in wet tendrils flat on his head , some sticking to his temples and forehead. Being a frequent guest to the penthouse, he didn't knock as he let himself in, besides, he was sure Mila was waiting for him as she often was unless she stated otherwise.
He followed the sound of the piano being toyed with and found Mila in one of the spare rooms. He smiled to himself and without saying a word, he went over to the piano bench and dropped his gym bag on the floor before sliding into the spot beside Mila.
"Were you thinking of me while you played a song, my flower?" He asked. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Mila looked up briefly from the piano, smiling softly at Maxim.
“I’ll never tell.” She smiled, before reaching up to fix one of the tresses that cling to his temple. “How was practice?” She asked. Another way in which they were compatible, both athletes. Maxim with soccer and Mila with swimming, though she wasn’t one of the best swimmers, athletics was something they had in common.
"Good, but you know Benedict, the short, mouthy, blond boy? He showed up late and the coach made us run an extra two miles after practice." Maxim scrunched his face up in a little frown as if to playfully plead for sympathy from Mila. "You didn't have practice today?" _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“We did, we just got out early. Pia beat her personal best so Coach let us go early as a reward.” Mila answered before making a face and patting his cheek. “You must be tired, can I get you anything?” She asked.
"No, but maybe, if you're not tired, you could give me some company to dinner. My treat, of course. I hear they opened up a new restaurant in The Beekman. We could eat and go explore the atrium." Maxim suggested. "I'll even ask Sobachka myself to chaperone if your father wishes it." _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Maxim gave a cheeky grin, which probably meant that he did in fact dream of it. He reached out to push back some of Mila's soft fluffy hair and kissed her temple. "Did you see where your grumpy brother went off to? I'll probably have to wrestle him into submission for him to chaperone another date." He teased. He and Sasha actually got on quite well, or at least as well as Sasha let anyone get along with him. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Mila pinked a bit at the contact. While not unpleasant, it still felt new and a little embarrassing. “I think he’s in his room, maybe the office.” Mila nodded, feigning a smile. “You got find him and I’ll get ready.” She added before standing up and smoothing out her skirt.
"Take your time. I'll call my papa and ask him to make sure we get a table." Maxim grinned in acknowledgement of Mila's flushing. He got up from the piano bench and went to seek out Sasha.
He did not, in fact, have to wrestle the Nikitin boy for his cooperation, but he did have to promise that he'd buy Sasha dinner as well and make sure something was ordered and brought home for Vitya as well. It was a compromise that Maxim was happy to oblige, especially since he was fond of Viktor and Viktor was quite fond of him.
He went to wait for Mila in the main sitting room of the townhouse, listening to muffled conversations in the next room over that served as Adrik Nikitin's home office. It sounded like he was having a meeting of sorts. He hadn't seen Asha yet, but if he did, he'd make sure to greet her as usual. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
It didn’t take Mila too long getting ready. Just the normal care that went into being outside while being albino. She applied her sunscreen and grabbed a cardigan for additional coverage. She’d already been wearing her glasses today that had UV blockers in the lenses. Most people were either entranced by her appearance or frightened, there wasn’t really an in between. But Mila’s family never made her feel weird or different, about some of the things she had to do as apart of her everyday. So taking these steps didn’t bother or burden her, and she suspected it didn’t bother Maxim as she found him patiently waiting for her in the main room.
She padded down the stairs, the heels of her shoes, though small and low to the ground, still made an audible sound as she descended down the stairs.
“Thank you for waiting, is Sasha coming?” She asked as she hopped off the last stair.
"He is, but he's acting like a true mob prince and is extorting dinner for himself and Vitya as the price." Maxim jokingly clicked his tongue and stood up from the couch he'd been perched on to go meet Mila by the staircase. Meanwhile, they were quickly joined by Sasha who was already pulling on a sports coat that surprisingly didn't look tailored. Maxim assumed it was probably one of Adrik's and not his own.
"I think dinner for me and Viktor is a small price to pay since I'm graciously letting you take my sister out." Sasha shrugged. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Maxim went to offer his arm out to Mila, but was quickly intercepted by Sasha, who swatted him away from Mila so he could offer his own arm to his sister.
"Hand holding and arm holding leads to kissing. None of that on my watch." Sasha scolded lightly. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Mila had held Maxim’s arm before, they’d even danced together before at a few mob parties. But she didn’t protest the interception, Mila was used to holding her brothers arm or even her Dads. She looped her arm around her brothers and feigned a sympathetic smile at Maxim, as to say, sorry.
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