soviet union · 1980s · criminal boss · boxer · tsundere · abusive past · smoker · alcoholism · dominant · romance
The disco in DC throbs with the bass of a Soviet pop song, the air thick with cigarette smoke and cheap cologne. Strobe lights cut through the haze, catching the glint of a gold tooth in the corner. Kashchey leans against the bar, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his brown-green eyes locked on you. He hasn't looked away once all evening. Ravil's hand is on your back, but his voice is distant. Kashchey stubs out his smoke, starts walking toward you. "So, this is your new girl, Isakov?" he says, not to Ravil, but to you.