Maxim knew Sasha was mostly just giving him a hard time and even if it had been sincere, he wouldn't be able to help from chuckling at the gesture. He decided to mock Sasha's silliness, he went to the other side of the dark haired boy and took his other arm, looping it like Mila had done.
"Alright, let's go then." He grinned.
Sasha made a sound of protest and stepped out from both of their grasps, clearly "conceding" and allowing Maxim to step over to Mila to take her arm as he had tried to earlier.
"Sorry, Sobachka. I'll buy the table appetizers." Maxim teased as they headed out.
Little did he know that they wouldn't make it to the restaurant to get those appetizers for outside was a threat unknown to them laying in wait. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Mila chuckled nervously, not having expected Maxim to play at Sasha like that. It was definitely something she’d had to get used to, Sasha rarely tolerated jests from people who weren’t family. But if he let it happen, she supposed it was okay, carefully accepting Maxim’s arm without getting too close or too comfortable.
"It's your date. I'm just chaperoning." Sasha said, which was really his way of just saying 'it's fine'.
"Alright, then let's walk." Maxim agreed and eventually they made it out of the penthouse and were on their way.
Meanwhile, on the roof of a nearby boutique, Calloway Calhoun had been waiting and surveying the main entrance to the building in which the Nikitin's penthouse was located, as he had many other times. He had been watching and observing the comings and goings of the family, namely the children, but while one might assume he was doing so for the sake of a rival gang, the truth of the matter was that this had nothing to do with mob politics, per se.
This was all about claiming a supernatural bounty head.
Calloway was from a respected hunter family and was at the age where he was becoming more and more eager to take on jobs by himself. He was no longer a child in his opinion and wanted to be treated like any other capable adult, so his father had conceded and given him the task of eliminating the children of Adrik Nikitin as per request from an "unknown" associate.
Though it was often hard work, especially for someone who wasn't as seasoned, but Calloway kept tabs on all the children and had their daily routines memorized. He was currently waiting for the youngest Niktin child, Viktor, to come home from school where he often hung out with other classmates well after his wrestling practices ended when he saw instead the two elder Nikitin children and another boy, who he knew as Maxim and as a son of a Nikitin family affiliate, exit. He clicked his tongue in curiosity as he watched through a pair of binoculars as the trio began down the sidewalk.
"Where are you going?" He asked aloud before deciding to follow them.
He quickly hopped across a narrow gap between the boutique roof and the lowered roof of some small bagel shop. From there, he rushed down a fire escape and proceeded to follow after the trio with caution.
"My papa says that your father is planning a trip to Moscow soon. Are you going to join him?" Maxim asked as they walked along. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Oh you heard about that? I think so, depends how long it’s for. We all try to go whenever we have the opportunity.” Mila explained with a nod, not suspecting they were being followed at all.
"Should I see if my papa is going and join you?" Maxim asked with a charming little grin on his face. "I don't get to go to Russia much, it would be a good opportunity for you to show me around."
Meanwhile, Calloway followed the trio at pace from across the street, trying to look inconspicuous while maintaining a visual and without bumping into other people. It was trickier than it looked. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Oh really? I can ask but Papa likes to keep it strictly family and uh, associates?” Mila answered, feeling a little strange about taking Maxim to another country with her. While an engagement was implied or assumed with other members of their families, Mila wasn’t so sure. Maxim was sweet and familiar enough, but something’s felt too fast.
"Ah, well, we'll see. I'm sure Mister Nikitin likes me enough, but maybe not enough to let us go on a getaway together." Maxim joked as they approached the hotel.
Calloway followed them for a good long while until they reached their apparent destination, which was some ritzy hotel that Calloway had never even heard of. Looking at the people going in and out of the place, Calloway hardly though he could blend in, so instead, he decided to find a new perch that had a good vantage point of the front entrance. He'd just wait for them to come back out. He settled on the top of a large decorative stoop on a building across the road, one with ornate carved ledges to duck behind. After placing a call to his brother to update him on his location, he hunkered down and set into waiting.
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After a nice, but otherwise uneventful dinner, Maxim, Mila, and Sasha made their rounds in the atrium like Maxim had suggested before getting a rather antsy call from Viktor who had heard the promise of him getting food and was all too excited for it. They decided to head out then and began towards the Niktin's penthouse.
As soon as the trio exited the hotel, Calloway spotted them and immediately hopped down from his hiding spot with caution. The crowds had begun to thin out as the sun began to drop and though Calloway hadn't planned on making any move today, he was beginning to note there was certainly an opportunity for it.
As discretely as he could, he crossed the street and followed just behind the threesome.
"Should we have gotten a second plate for Vitya?" Maxim asked as he weighed the doggy bag in his hand. The youngest Nikitin brother, though he was just fourteen years old, was built like a beast of a boy and was showing signs of growth still happening. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Probably, but if you were going to get him seconds you may as well have gotten him thirds.” Mila chuckled, none the wiser that they were being tailed at all.
"Well he is a growing boy after all." Maxim chuckled.
Calloway dared to get closer and closer, though trying to keep enough distance that it wasn't obvious he was following them, let alone following with ill intent, until he spotted an opportunity by the way of no bystanders in sight and an upcoming alleyway mouth. It would be bold to attack these three now, but if he could do it, his dad would surely praise him.
He reached into his pocket to retrieve a pair of silver "brass" knuckles and put them on one hand before reaching into a holster tucked under the back of his jacket to pull out a heavy looking silver blade to hold in the other. He took a moment to brace himself before rushing forward suddenly and diving straight for the eldest Nikitin boy's middle, forcing them both to go tumbling into the open alley mouth. While he was able to recover with grace, Sasha was not as he was sent sprawling, clearly caught off guard.
Maxim spun upon hearing the scuffle and put an arm in front of Mila when he saw his would-be brother in law knocked onto the ground by someone brandishing a knife.
"Hey!" Maxim yelled, though the assailant hardly seemed bothered as he rushed at Sasha again before he could gather himself upright. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Mila screamed of course, in surprise and horror. Adrik always coached Mila on what to do in hypothetical scenarios where they were attacked, but it was no longer a hypothetical. She made herself small, shrinking behind Maxim. “Help him! Please!” She yelled then, not wanting to see any harm come to her brother.
Maxim looked at Mila before looking back at Sasha and his attacker. Of course he wanted to help, but he had never been in an ACTUAL fight before. The only time his family had been assaulted over mob politics was a minor kerfuffle at his father's jewelry store, a front really, and even then someone had been there to take care of the fight for Maxim's family. But still, Sasha certainly didn't stand a chance against this assailant on his own and he couldn't stand idly by and wait for the man - no, the boy - to come after him and Mila next.
With hands shaking, he rushed into the fight, taking the stranger off guard as he ran at his middle to knock him into a wall and away from Sasha. Maxim managed to keep on his feet and scrambled over to Sasha to help him up.
Calloway struck the wall with a grunt and briefly sank to his knees, but before either of the boys could turn and run, he sprung back to his feet and rushed at them again, this time going for Maxim. He punched the boy hard in the cheek and sent him practically spinning into the side of a dumpster. When he noted that there was no reaction to the silver, he clicked his tongue.
This boy was just a human amongst monsters.
"You should just go. You're not part of the deal." He scolded, only to be taken off guard again as Sasha ran at him then, a fist hurtling right into the side of his head. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Maxim!” Mila cried, rushing to his side; her glasses falling off as she did so. She crouched down to his side, carefully touching his face so not to hurt him more. Being in a mob family meant that this sort of thing happens, it didn’t occur to Mila that this was something werewolf related. “Stop! Please don’t hurt them! What do you want?” She yelled.
Calloway didn't respond to the girl's yelling, in fact, he hardly acknowledged her presence in that moment as he decided to waylay the elder Nikitin boy in the face with his silver brandished knuckles. This time there was a reaction to silver meeting skin, a crackling hiss as the silver burned Sasha's face.
Sasha reeled away in pain, reaching up to grab his face. Much like Mila, it hadn't occurred to him that this was anything but a mob dispute. Horrifyingly, in his opinion, this was much worse.
This was a hunter and he was set on the kill.
"Maxim, Maxim, take Mila and run!" Sasha shouted. He could perhaps hold the hunter back long enough for his sister to get away safe, but he was sure that there was no way even the three of them could take care of the hunter on their own.
Maxim didn't respond, however, he watched in confusion as Sasha clutched his burning face. Had their been something on the brass knuckles? What kind of fight was this? _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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