“So let me get this straight, Fedorov... You went in to this Taslim's drug den like a fucking yankee shooting up the place and indirectly involving Hotel Moscow in this little Triad feud?”

Balalaika's predatory eyes glared over her folded hands as she stared at you from her desk.

“It wasn't my intention, Captain. I was--”

“It doesn't matter what you were trying to do, it's what this is now!” She shouts across as she slams her hands down and rises out of her seat.

“Now I can't afford to ignore this. Do you realize how many business transactions and operations I may lose wasting time on these mad dogs? I'm sure Chang will appreciate us cleaning up his mess while those opportunities are left in the open.”

“Captain, Chang had requested that I do not involve myself since I was first attacked. What I did was personal and a response to one of their men attacking me after I called you earlier. I do not believe this is an elaborate set up by him.” You try and explain, but the anger in her face remains.

“Your beliefs are worth shit, Fedorov. Someone like you who's fresh off the goddamn boat couldn't hope to understand the likes of him or anyone else controlling the market. It's disappointing to see your lack of forethought in regards to not only this attack but in this city as well.” Balalaika continues to berate, but after a moment her expression starts to ease.

“... In the future, I would suggest contacting me first before doing something this rash. Failure to do so could face excruciating consequences, some you might be familiar with during your training. Understood?”

You slowly nod. You've keep perfectly still with your arms at your back while she spoke, even with blood from your forehead still trickling down.

“... We'll figure out how best to proceed tomorrow. In the meantime you will need some medical treatment for your wounds.”


A: “I'll be fine, Captain. I can take care of this once I'm home.”

B: “Understood, but you wouldn't be disturbing any medics here, would you?”

>>3774791
>B: “Understood, but you wouldn't be disturbing any medics here, would you?”

A: “I'll be fine, Captain. I can take care of this once I'm home.”

>>3774791
>B: “Understood, but you wouldn't be disturbing any medics here, would you?”

>>3774791
>B: “Understood, but you wouldn't be disturbing any medics here, would you?”

>>3774791
>B

“Understood, but you wouldn't be disturbing any medics here, would you?”

“I won't be, because I'm capable of doing it myself.” She responds, leaning down to open a lower desk drawer.

“You can sit in one of those chairs, you know. It'd make things easier for me.”

“Yes, Captain.” You properly acknowledge, looking back to double check and make sure you're planting yourself down on the chair instead of falling over.

She comes over to you with a medical kit in hand, opening it up as she kneels before you.

“What I'll have to do to that hole in your hand will hurt, so be ready for that.” She cautions, reaching up and swapping something damp across your head wound.

“The the bleeding here isn't as bad as it appears. Still, it must've been an hour or so of it draining. You must be ready to faint by now.”

“No ma'am, I'm fine.” You answer stoically, refusing to show any weakness to her.

“If you say so, Fedorov.” She responds, pushing your hair out of the way as she starts to apply the gauze.

“Hmm... There.” She hums, taking a moment to look into your eyes, before digging through the kit once again.

“Odd...”

“What is odd?” You ask her, puzzled by that brief moment.

“Nothing... Let's get that nasty thing off.” She responds, speaking of the stained fabric you had used to cover the stab wound.

“Alright, I'm going to disinfect it and then we'll have to pack it, might be tricky since its gone through.”

You look away from your hand, not keen on seeing the process itself.

You feel a great deal of stinging on your hand, making you wince slightly as it's disinfected.

“... Mikhail, could you feel any of that?” Balalaika asks, sounding a bit perplexed.

“Of course, why?” You ask.

“It just didn't seem like it...” She remarks.

She continues the treatment, a sharp tug at your nerves as she works on the wound.

“... You've been through a lot of pain, haven't you?” She asks.

A: Yes.

B: No.

[Sorry about that long delay, work called me for some dumb reason.]

>>3775024
>A: Yes.
>Enough to make me rip a man apart with my bare hands, you already know my history.

>>3775024
>A: Yes.
>But pain is temporary.

>>3775024
>A: Yes

>>3775024
>A: Yes.

>>3775024
>A

You nod.

“What made you go through it all, if I may ask?”

You finally look over at Balalaika, but her vision is still focused on your hand.

“No one held a gun to your head and made you lead this life. It was a choice we both made.”

“... For my mother and brother.” You answer.

“Hmph.” She responds with the faintest smile.

“I can understand your brother... I wouldn't let him go and get himself killed on a battlefield. Why your mother, though?”

“When I was smaller, both of them had looked after me. Sometimes it was to protect me from my father, others from kids who weren't as fortunate as I to have at least one kind parent. Both had taken blows made for me. Now that I'm bigger, it's only right that I do the same for them. Any military benefits I could get...”

“Went towards her, I see. What a sweet boy you are.” Balalaika finishes for you with a small tease, starting to wrap the fresh bandages over your wound.

“But I have to ask... Back in Grozny, was your CO going to harm your brother?” She asks, standing up once she finishes with your hand.

“No.” You coldly answer, avoiding the subject and trying to change the subject.

“If you're involved with with my affairs now, what are your orders going forward?”

She does a strained sight, folding her arms.

“I think I'll see if we can arrange a sitdown with him and find what this is all about. If not, we'll go hunting.”

“A meeting? Are you sure that's a good idea?” You ask, showing some concern.

“Absolutely. I expect you to be seated with me as well.” She answers confidently, head back to her desk and returning to her chair.

“Ammunition is expensive, and if what you said about him forcing those shells out of his body I think we'll need a lot.”

“... Yes, Captain.” You concede.

“I am open to suggestions, Fedorov. You may speak freely if you feel the need.” She encourages.

A: “I think we're going to make a trap for ourselves if we try and reach out to him.”

B: “I think Chang should be there as well. Whatever Taslim is here for, Chang certainly has something to do with it.”

C: “We can't meet with him in seclusion. We should make it public, like the Yellow Flag.”

D: “I could try to find him again. I can kill him without wasting a single round now that I know better.”

>>3775175
B: “I think Chang should be there as well. Whatever Taslim is here for, Chang certainly has something to do with it.”

>>3775175
>E. Two things, first it will likely be a trap, that man has made multiple trap attempts already, and given his utter disregard for how things work in Roanapur, he will likely try again. Second Chang should know, because this man wants his head, and even should we come to an agreement, they need to settle their business, before we have a full end civil war in Triad territory, which, if I understand correctly, will hurt your business greatly captain.
I would also advise heavy gauge weapons, the kind that remove limbs instead of just penetrating the flesh, enough damage would kill him, same as any man.

>>3775259
Seconding this.

>>3775175
>A: “I think we're going to make a trap for ourselves if we try and reach out to him.”

I'd rather not involve Chang just yet.

>>3775175
>B

“Chang should be there. Taslim wants him more than anything else.”

You hold your chin with your uninjured hand, pondering further on the matter.

“... He's a dirty piece of shit. Even when I've gotten the jump on him, he still found away to catch me off guard. We're going to need maximum security to persuade him into a cleaner approach.”

“That's what I had in mind, minus Chang's inclusion.” Balalaika responds, picking one of her cigars from a box and putting it to her crimson lips.

“I don't think the shaolin are enlightened enough to push an AK74 round out of their skull, and I'm certain one will surely make its way in there with the amount of men I'm willing to station there.”

She lights the thick bundle of tobacco, deeply inhaling it.

“Chang however... I can't assure he'll play nice. If Taslim doesn't try anything, perhaps he will. In which case I'm not in a position to stop him. I think we both know this will most likely end in bloodshed, the only variable being if we'll have context for it.”

You nod.

“I won't let him get away next time, Captain.”

She gives you a kind smile as the pulls the cigar away for a moment.

“Thank you, Fedorov, but I hope you understand that the next time this happens you'll come to me before escalating it. Go home and rest, I'll call you when the meeting is set.”

You stand, making your way to the door to reunite with Sergei before slowly turning to ask one last question.

“How will you find him? I can't say it was easy for me.”

She chuckles darkly.

“I have a map of rat nests in this city, he won't be hard for my men to get in contact with.”

*

[More in the next post]

>>3775175
“... And that's that. I drove us home, you were still in a narcotic coma, and I fell asleep at some point later.”

Sergei just stares at you from behind his shades like a zombie, his mouth hanging open as he stirs his chopsticks around some noodles.

You had both slept til noon, and it a shared decision to eat at some family owned ramen shop a few buildings down from your place. The food wasn't amazing, but there was at least some love put into it by the old woman you saw working in the kitchen.

Right now, you both sat at a dirty plastic table just outside the entrance, enjoying the shade from the faded pink umbrella over you.

“Mikhail, my brother... She wants to fuck.”

You were in the middle of a sip of tea, but what Sergei had just responded with almost made you choke on the herbal liquid.

“F-Fuuhakk! What the hell is the matter with you?!” You shout at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your arm.

“She's our Captain! Our balls would get cut off and thrown into the ocean for just thinking of her like that!”

“Mikhail, Mishka, buddy... How many bitches have I banged?” He asks, giving you a sly grin.

“I don't know, how many STDs have you contracted?” You retort, getting him to arrogantly snicker.

“What I'm trying to say is that I have a lot of experience with this shit, alright? I got a sixth sense for wet pussies. You tell me she brushed your hair aside, looked into your eyes while kneeling in front of you? Her medium-rare pussy was aching.”

“I'm going to kill you. I'm going to fucking kill you and everyone will thank me for it. You know that, right?” You threaten him, but he just leans back and cackles.

“Look, I'm just saying next time you should throw out a signal of your own. See where it goes.” He suggests with a smug smile.

You just keep your eyes down on your food, aggressively chowing down as you try to push Sergei's words out of your mind.

“Ahh... Hey, do you mind if we go back to the church after this? I wanna make a donation.”

“... Sergei I don't think you should do something like that agai--”

“Nonono, I mean an actual donation to a collection pot or something, you know?” He insists.

“I think they steal from that, Sergei.” You try to remind him of their ways, but he just shakes his head.

“Man, I know all that! I just feel guilty.”

“... I can't believe I heard you say those words before I died.” You remark with raised eyebrows.

“It's old ladies, man! Granny fucks tug at my heart strings!” He stresses with a frown.

“Just humor me, would you?”

A: “... Fine.”

B: “You can do that, I want no part in it.”

C: “... Do you miss mama?”

>>3775422
>B: “You can do that, I want no part in it.”

>>3775422
>B: “You can do that, I want no part in it.”


God died in Grozny Grad.

>>3775422
>A: “... Fine.”

>>3775422
>A: “... Fine.”

>>3775422
A: “... Fine.”
He comes through when it matters. Entertain him at least.

>>3775422
>B

You roll your eyes.

“You can do that, I want no part in it.”

He huffs.

“Fine, you just have fun being a boring asshole all day. You're gonna regret it when you're at the house all alone.”

“Yeah, the peace and quiet will be miserable. I might even get some reasonable hours of sleep.” You sarcastically agree.

“... Fuck you.” Sergei can only return with defeat written on his face. He's quick to stand up and leave, twirling the car keys around his index finger as he walks back home where his precious ride is waiting.

You shrug his departure off, focusing on the food before you.

https://youtu.be/6tMsf9ptTHI

There's a crack beneath the dirty mask of the city, one you find yourself comfortably nestled in. The sounds of people conversing around you, the distant calls of sea gulls, and the warm air just grazing your skin let you escape to a peaceful land far away from where you had been moments ago...


… But it catches up to you. It always does.

“I hate it.”

Your eyes look up from your food, and your body tenses up at the familiar sight of Taslim taking Sergei's seat and looking into the food he had left behind.

“Things left unfinished... It's something I can't abide by.”

There's half a second of you moving your free hand to retrieve a knife hidden around your backside, but Taslim shakes his head and swats a hand in your general direction.

“Ah! There's no need for that. I'm not here to try and kill you. We wouldn't be talking otherwise. Please, continue.”

He finishes pointing back at your bowl, then retrieves the chopsticks left behind by Sergei and gets to work on what's left of his dish.

“... What the hell are you?” You finally speak up, sitting straight as you look across at him.

“Hmph.” He starts off with a friendly smile with food still in his mouth, speaking once he's swallowed it.

“I just like everyone else here, Mikhail. I'm lost.”


[To be continued next session]

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That's it for tonight! I'll try to pick things back up tomorrow. Hope you dig what's going on so far, but if you don't that's alright. Goodnight anons.

>>3775589
Thanks for running.

I really like how you characterize the brothers, Mikhail has a lot of personality for a quest protag. And Sergei is basically just Russian Val Kilmer in Heat as far as I am concerned.

>>3775641
Agreed. I like playing an actual character instead of a self insert for anons.

>>3775641
But he has no estranged wife that helps him avoid life in jail or a deadly shootout with cops.

>>3775582
“... Lost?” You clarify, and he gives you a nod.

“You, your brother, that foul mouth girl you brought along... Heh, even Chang... We're all traveling off the road we had started on, aren't we?” He asks with a jolly smile, filling it with food shortly after.

“The only certainty between us is that we'll all be buried under the sands here.”

“I'm afraid you'll find yourself alone in that regard, Taslim.” You dash away is thoughts, staring at him coldly.

“Mhhm, perhaps... You'll just have to do your best to stop me.” He encourages, dropping the wooden utensils to roll up one of his sleeves.

You see a tightly wound bandage encasing his forearm, along with several red blotches peering through the surface.

“What made you do this?” He asks, pointing at the healing wound.

“What drove you to orchestrate a counterattack like this?”

“I don't understand.” You respond.


“Sure you do. Search for the answer.” He insists with a wider smile.

A: “I'm about to search for a gun to put to your head. Leave before I have to cancel your meeting with Miss Balalaika.”

B: “Nothing spiritual. It was either I die, or you die.”

C: “... I didn't want to die and leave my brother alone.”

D: Refuse to answer.

>>3777787
>C: “... I didn't want to die and leave my brother alone.”

>>3777787a
C: “... I didn't want to die and leave my brother alone.”

>>3777787
C: “... I didn't want to die and leave my brother alone.”

Why do you kill people unrelated to you or your business? If you are like anything as the man you sent before, you enjoy the murder and harming of people.

>>3777787
Hmmm, might not be wise to tell him this since he would definitely use this info against us.

Gonna change this to >>3777938
D: Refuse to answer.

But ask him the question in order to avoid the question.

>>3777787
>C: “... I didn't want to die and leave my brother alone.”

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>>3777787
>C

“... I didn't want to die and leave my brother alone.” You answer truthfully.

Taslim holds his chin and nods understandably.

“Ahh, family bonds? A familiar anchor for a warrior, but with you it's particularly strong. Most people would relinquish this to advance themselves, but you're different.”

You arch an eyebrow.

“What is this?” You ask sternly.

“A friendly conversation, of course.” He answers plainly, finally finishing your brother's food.

“What do they teach the soldiers in your country? Judo?”


“... I know Systema and Sambo from military training, but I did Boxing prior as well.” You inform him, and the answer you give delights him.

“Ah! I should've known from the grip and where your strikes are focused. Very good... And your brother?”


“Keep him out of your thoughts.” You request in a hostile manner.

Taslim's smile fades, leaning back in the chair and resting his hands in his lap.

“You're eager to meet our deaths, aren't you?” He asks.

“I know you won't accept an offer to walk away from this all now... But you should know that I won't be held back by intrigue for our next encounter. If you crash against me in my pursuit of Chang once more, you will be torn asunder and lost to the sea that imprisons this city.”

“What do you even want with Chang? Revenge?” You ask, trying to get an answer for a question that's been itching in your mind for a while.

“I told you. I hate leaving things unfinished.” He answers with another smile, but you can see the faintest hint of sadness in his eyes.

He stands and begins to depart from the table, but as he walks away he turns one last time to address you.

“What was your name again?”

“Mikhail.” You offer in straightforward manner, and the answer satisfies the shaolin as he departs with a nod further down the street.

“... What the fuck just happened?” You quietly asked yourself, fishing for a pack of smokes in your pocket.

Can't say you've ever shared a meal and a polite conversation with someone who tried to kill you hours ago, but maybe there's more of that to come as you stay here.

“...”

How is this going to effect the meeting between him and the bosses? You'll essentially be a fly on the wall if it goes smoothly... But...

“Things left unfinished...” You repeat to yourself as you inhale from the cancer stick pinched between your lips.

What happened between those two? You need answers, otherwise this shit will keep you up at night.

[To be continued with another post tomorrow at noon because I actually slept at my desk for a while there ;_; jfmsu. See you then anons!]

>>3776729
>implying that’s not us

>>3778206
How can it? We're a virgin.

>>3778020
Hours had passed since your first encounter with Taslim for the day, but now things were ramping up towards the second one.

The skies had gone dark over Hotel Moscow, and a small congregation of members began to meet in the car pool area.

Three cars were lined up in front of the entrance waiting for Balalaika, and the occupants tasked with accompanying them were scattered about either engaging in idle chit chat or going back over the mission details.

Boris, the one usually seen at Balalaika's side, was with you waiting outside the main car.

“Your brother should be on his way to the vantage point by now.” He begins to speak, looking down at his watch.

“Hopefully Chang's en route as well.”

You silently nod, keeping your hands inside your pockets as you waited.

“It goes without saying, but you're expected to give your life should the Captain be put in danger.” He reminds you.

“She's more than just your boss. Remember that.”

A: “I don't know what you mean by that.”

B: “My CO died a long time ago, Boris. My connection to Balalaika will never be like yours or anyone else here.”

C: “So be it.”

D: “... How long have you been under her command?”


[Stack votes boys, will resume after work!]

>>3778655
D: “... How long have you been under her command?”

Did we tell her about the weird lunch meeting we had with Taslim.

>>3778655
C: “So be it.”
Hotel Moscow > All other crime syndicates

>>3778655
C: “So be it.”

If we die for a CO that just balances the scales anyway.

>>3778655
>B: “My CO died a long time ago, Boris. My connection to Balalaika will never be like yours or anyone else here.”

>>3778655
>D: “... How long have you been under her command?”
I still think at least part of Boris is in love with ol' fryface.
He's far too professional to ever pursue it, but there's something about the way he is around her...

>>3778655
>A: “I don't know what you mean by that.”
>B: “My CO died a long time ago, Boris. My connection to Balalaika will never be like yours or anyone else here.”

>>3779052
Ditto
HM is the best and most characterized faction in roanapor

>>3778655
>A: “I don't know what you mean by that.”
>B: “My CO died a long time ago, Boris. My connection to Balalaika will never be like yours or anyone else here.”

>>3778655
>>A: “I don't know what you mean by that.”
>>B: “My CO died a long time ago, Boris. My connection to Balalaika will never be like yours or anyone else here.”

>>3778655
>B

You keep your eyes forward.

“My CO died a long time ago, Boris. My connection to Balalaika will never be like yours or anyone else here.”

There's a pause, and suddenly you feel a firm hand placed on your shoulder.

“Mikhail, you are a part of this unit now. There is no need to distance yourself from comrades.” He tries to reassure, but you stay silent.

Boris takes his hand away as Balalaika emerges and heads towards the car, prompting Boris to open the door for her.

You start to make your way to the passenger side door, but Balalaika stops you.

“Fedorov, there's room for you back here. Please.” She politely requests.

You turn back and see patting an empty spot closer to the open door while flashing a friendly smile.

There's a moment of hesitation before you make your way back, climbing in and closing the door behind.


“Let's move out, Sergeant.” Balalaika orders, and the car engine starts without further delay.

You feel a bit awkward sitting back here while the passenger seat remains empty, but you figure she must want you close for a reason.

“You should know that Chang is bringing his own security along... That could complicate things.” She begins to inform you, tapping ashes off her cigar into an ash tray built into the center of the vehicle.

“You think Taslim could have an inside man with them?” You ask

“It wouldn't surprise me. I think it would be best to plan around shooting one of them before Taslim depending.”

“Ah.” You acknowledge.

“You should also be ready to speak your mind, especially in regards to what was in the shit hole that was burned down.”

There's a nagging feeling scratching at the back of your mind, driving your thoughts to whether or not you should bring up your small discussion with Taslim earlier.


A: Tell her. It wouldn't hurt.

B: Don't. It's irrelevant to the moment.

C: “Is there a reason I'm sitting back here?”

D: “Would it be out of the question to just shoot him on sight? I don't see why we should hear him out when eliminating him would be easier.”

[Soooo sorry guys but I got home super late. Just stack the votes again and I'll post another update before work.]

>>3779843
A: Tell her. It wouldn't hurt.

>>3779843
A: Tell her. It wouldn't hurt.


Lying to the captain seems, well, suicidal, at this juncture.

>>3779862
I just think we should on principle. Shes been good to us, and asked us to be more honest and upfront to her about these things.

>>3779843
A: Tell her. It wouldn't hurt.

>>3779843
>A: Tell her. It wouldn't hurt.

>>3779843
>A: Tell her. It wouldn't hurt.

>>3779843
>A

“Taslim found me earlier.” You casually bring up.

She seems a bit surprised, but not devastated.

“Really? And he didn't try to kill you?”

“No. He just wanted to have a talk. It was strange... The way he spoke was like we were neighbors, as if I didn't shoot him last night.” You explain.

“Maybe he pitied you. After all, you were unsuccessful despite a point blank blast.” Balalaika teases with a soft smirk.

“Honestly, I pitied him. His eyes had traces of sorrow in them... Ones that I hadn't seen during our fight.”

“I see... Do you think he regrets trying to murder you? He is a monk, after all.” Balalaika theorizes, blowing out another thick cloud of smoke.


“I doubt that... I hate to say it, but I can't help but be a little fascinated by him. I'm eager to know what drives him through all this.”

She nods.

“It's understandable, Mikhail. I'm sure we'll all have our answers soon enough.”

You just lean against the leather of your seat and swim in your thoughts, letting time pass by until the meeting comes.

[To resume later today]

>>3780483
[“Check in.”]

[“Courtyard clear.”]

[“Loading bay clear, two of Chang's are with us.”]

[“No movement in the brushes. Clear.”]

[“Yeah over watch here... Uhhh, this crane you got me on is going to make me shit my pants.”]

You pinch your eyebrows.

[“Sergei for fuck's sake do you have eyes on any hostile movement?”]


[“Nope... The fuck was this place used for anyway? Who builds a warehouse like this in the middle of a jungle?”]

Boris growls, getting on the radio and silencing your brother.

[“That's enough! Everyone clear traffic, and keep your head on a swivel.”]

The radio chatter is silenced as Boris breathes a deep sigh.

“We're set, Captain.”

Balalaika nods, leading you both into where the meeting is supposed to take place.

It's this completely rundown warehouse, rotted and covered in vegetation for god knows how long. You don't know what kind of operation was out here, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out that it morally questionable at best.

You're brought up to a door led by a Triad member in a dark suit, greeted by him nodding as the door squeaks open on its rusty hinges and lets you in.


In the center of this bleak and ruined structure is a card table with four chairs, with one of them occupied by a slouching Chang.

“Balalaika.” He greets, not sounding enthusiastic about this whole thing.

“Thank you for coming, Chang. I know this is sudden, but it was decided that it would be best for you to attend.

He peers over his sunglasses, shooting you a mean glance as you start to sit with the other two.

“What about this guy?”

A: “I'm here to figure out what it is Taslim wants exactly. Would you like to lay out some possibilities?”

B: “I'm here because I've been wiping your ass for two nights now and it's time you took care of your own mess.”

C: “Because Taslim will expect me. It's not the first time we sat at a table together.”

D: Say nothing.

>>3781306
D: Say nothing.

>>3781306
>D: Say nothing.

>>3781306
>D

You ignore him and simply place your hands flat against the table.

He takes offense to it, but doesn't vocally express it. He just keeps his disapproving eyes on you.

“He's here for the same reasons I am. Is that a problem?” Balalaika asks.

“Let's just say I'm not too happy with him and what he did to one of my legitimate businesses.” Chang reveals, and Balalaika can't help but arch an eyebrow.

“If you're talking about that shitheap of a drug den then you should blame this Shaolin friend of yours. He's the one who rigged the place to explode.”

“No, he didn't rig the building, he rigged the owner.” Chang angrily clarifies.

“He oversaw our trade with South Korea, but now he's a couple of charred bits mixed in with the money and product we had there. Taslim got his hands on the place, but we could've gotten it back if--”

“Chang, trust me, he's been spoken to about not communicating with top brass before ventilating a group of people.” Balalaika assures him, while flashing a stern glance at you.

“But had we known more about your friend from out of town perhaps he could've solved this issue for all of us that night, so how about you elaborate on our bullet proof monk problem.”

Chang sits up, still looking irritated.

“So, he still knows how to do that... Shit.”

“Anything else he can do would be good to know.” You suggest, and despite his dislike of you he speaks up.

“Let's see... I've seen him run across water, but it wasn't fast or anything. He just kind of kicked his legs really quickly and slowly made his was across the other side of a river. There was one time he flicked a cashew into someone's mouth in such a way that he choked to death on it... I've seen him even disconnect joints in his body to help him slip through prison bars... Guy's a freak show.”


“Well, I don't plan on capturing him. He'll either return to his home on a boat or in a box.” Balalaika declares, rapping her nails over the table.


“I don't suppose you know why he's come such a long way to see you?”


Chang looks reluctant to speak on the matter, wincing as he tries to coax the words out with a few scratches to the back of his head.

“Yeah, uh... Before I took my business here I kind of made him a fall guy. I didn't want eyes on my expedition so I had this politician guy smoked and framed him for it. Not like I wanted to do it, but he got really fuckin' uppity over leaving Hong Kong for an island that probably didn't exist. I just couldn't take any chances.”


[votes coming]

>>3781440
A: “If that's true, I think he has every right to come after you.”

B: “I see, you didn't want a crazy guy like him to have some sort of vendetta over you leaving so you tried to make sure he'd never see daylight again.”

C: “A politician? How did you get that opportunity?”

D: “Would've been better to kill him yourself, no?”

[Stack votes if you would like, it seemed kind of dead tonight which is probably my fault for the poop posting times. Don't sweat it, though. I'll still ride this out. Good night, will probably post tomorrow!]

>>3781443
>B: “I see, you didn't want a crazy guy like him to have some sort of vendetta over you leaving so you tried to make sure he'd never see daylight again.”

And dont sweat it OP, id have seen this earlier but was too busy playing Control.

>>3781443

C: “A politician? How did you get that opportunity?”

D: “Would've been better to kill him yourself, no?”

A and B can be implied, but are counter productive.

>>3781443
D: “Would've been better to kill him yourself, no?”

>>3781443
>A: “If that's true, I think he has every right to come after you.”

5 bucks says Taslim Surprises our brother.

>>3781541
This.

>>3781443
>D: “Would've been better to kill him yourself, no?”

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>>3781440
>D

“Would've been better to kill him yourself, no?”

Chang cracks a half smile.

“Hah... Yeah. I guess I wasn't dirty enough to kill him while making him a fall guy.”

“Well, it looks like we'll all be correcting past mistakes tonight.” Balalaika chimes in

“I'll request another check in.” Boris notifies you all at the table, stepping away so the noise doesn't disturb your meeting.

“So... Anyone know when he's supposed to get here?” Chang asks, and everyone in the warehouse receives an answer that rings out and echoes through the abandoned husk.

“I could be here now if you like!” Taslim's voice rattles across the building, making you stand up and draw your handgun from the sudden intrusion of his voice.

[“Fuck... He's already inside! Who hasn't responded yet?!”] You can hear Boris bark into the radio while drawing his sidearm with his free hand.

[“We're all accounted for. Should we regroup inside?”]

[“Uh, I think that's a negative. It could spook him or something.”]

[“Wait, over watch did you have eyes on him at all?”]

[“Fuck no! I would've freaked the fuck out and started shooting if I did!”]

[“Clear traffic goddammit! Wait until I can confirm the next order from the Captain.”] Boris finishes, putting the radio away and getting a full grip on his gun.

“Chang... Good to see you. Well, some of you. Traded in the wife beater for a suit, eh?” Taslim's voice calls out again.

“Taz! You got a funny way of saying hello cutting my men apart, but I didn't give you that great of a goodbye either... Come on out! Let's talk!” Chang answers, crossing his arms and dipping his hands into his coat.

“Oh, I think I'll take my time for now. It's been very precious to me all these years, and I can't go wasting it now.” He replies, but his voice seems to be coming from a different direction now.

“Then perhaps you could at least explain the meaning of all this? Before anything proceeds I would like to at least know your side of things. After that, my generosity will be gone.” Balalaika responds next, her face becoming more serious.

[More+votes in the following post.]

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>>3783224
“Ah, It would be wise to get to the point wouldn't it? Chang... I was wasting away in that cell for years waiting for my death sentence, but as it would turn out it wouldn't be administered by the prison.” He begins to explain as his voice travels.

“Meaning?” Chang asks as an eyebrow arches over the frames of his sunglasses.

“That I have cancer, Chang. Despite all my training and time dedicated to the temple, this body I forged will eventually be weathered away by a microscopic opponent.”

“... I'm sorry to hear that. I guess that means you want to cash in your revenge before your time is up, right?” Chang asks.

“That was the plan... However, I've made adjustments to it. I no longer wish to kill you before I perish. No, I want one last chance to break a mountain or be broken before I let this disease take me. Do you understand?” He asks.

“I'm guessing I'm the mountain?”

Chang is only met with a hearty laugh.

“One of them. The other is the man I met earlier today... Mikhail, correct?”

He starts to cough, giving out a ragged sigh before speaking again.

“I want to be die on my terms, and you two are the only ones who can see it through.”

A: “Why don't you just kill yourself instead?”

B: “I won't play fair with you. Come at me again, and I'll make sure to double tap.”

C: “And what if we tell you to piss off? We got enough men to hunt you down like the mad dog you are.”

D: “Leave me out of it. This is all between you and Chang.”

[Alright, here's the tired posts for tonight. Sorry to get home super late again, work has been an asshole lately. I think tomorrow I'll take a small break just to get some proper sleep that night then run at regular time Fri+Sat. Thanks for sticking with me.]

>>3783230
>D: “Leave me out of it. This is all between you and Chang.”
But I'm betting we're gonna be involved anyway.
>Sergei: "This is some action movie shit, don't let the opportunity waste away! If you don't give that dying monk his final death fight, I'm gonna call you a pussy for the rest of your life!"

>>3783230
>B: “I won't play fair with you. Come at me again, and I'll make sure to double tap.”

>>3783230
D: “Leave me out of it. This is all between you and Chang.”
Like didn't you say you wanted us out of the way so you can get to Chang?

>[SWEARING IN RUSSIAN INTENSIFIES]

>D: “Leave me out of it. This is all between you and Chang

>>3783230
B: “I won't play fair with you. Come at me again, and I'll make sure to double tap.”

>>3783230
>B: “I won't play fair with you. Come at me again, and I'll make sure to double tap.”

>>3783230
>B: “I won't play fair with you. Come at me again, and I'll make sure to double tap.”

>>3783230
B: “I won't play fair with you. Come at me again, and I'll make sure to double tap.”

>>3783230
>>D: “Leave me out of it. This is all between you and Chang.”

>>3783230
>D: “Leave me out of it. This is all between you and Chang.”
Oh boy, time to get dragged into another fight.

>>3783363
Change mine(I think it is) to D to break the tie.

>>3785189
Nevermind. It was >>3783967. Sorry.

>>3783230
>D

You're getting real sick of this of this weird fuck's games.

“Leave me out of it. This is all between you and Chang.”

“Ah, but you're also in the room, aren't you?” He asks with a devilish laugh.

“Alright, that's enough Taslim!” Chang shouts at the room, drawing two matching AMT Hardballers similar to your own, but more decorative as they have two dragons stenciled into their grips from where you can see.

“You heard the guy, just show your goddamn face so I can blow it off and get some sleep!”

“Oh my my~... I didn't expect to get such a rise out of you, old friend. But this isn't that simple... I'm offering some fairness to this situation.” He playfully responds.

“See, I am choosing how I die... Now I'll offer you the opportunity to do the same. Hmm...”

It's quiet for a moment, but you just use this time to scan the room for any suspicious shifts in movement in the darkness.

“... Balalaika, was it? If it came to it, would you order our mutual friend to face me? You are his leader, yes?”

“Oh, enough of your shit.” Balalaika speaks up, her tone surprisingly coarse as she speaks up.

“For someone running out of time you certainly enjoy wasting it on incessant rhetoric. I really can't stand you preachy types, thinking you have some higher purpose because of the dribble you spew before ending a man's life. I'm sorry to say this, but for a man as enlightened as yourself it really is a shame that you haven't realized your time ran out long before this conversation.”

She looks over to you.

“That said... Would you like to indulge a dying man's wish, or would you prefer I handle this here and now.”

A: Accept.

B: Let Balalaika take care of it.

>>3785615
>A: Accept.

>>3785615
>A: Accept.

>>3785615
>A: Accept.
But God damn is is tempting to see if she can end it here and now

>>3785683
She actually could have

>>3785622
>>3785655
>>3785683
Roll D100!

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>3785687

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>3785687

>>3785730
I'll just go on ahead with this.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>3785687

I just want let you all know that our brother is going to not shut up about this if we do live through this. Yes it's a statement of the obvious but it must be said regardless.

>>3785615
>A

You breathe a deep sigh, nodding.

“Fine. But like I said earlier, this won't be fair for you.”

At your confirmation, you catch the blur of something fall from the ceiling overhead and land on the flimsy table between the three of you.

Despite the weak support, Taslim fell from such a height and landed perfectly on his feet without it buckling underneath him, showing you a smug grin.

“I know you would see things my way.”

Strangely the first person he doesn't attack is you, but it's for a good reason. Chang was getting ready to shoot him in the back for the second time in his life, but a swift backwards roundhouse sends the sole of his shoe right into Chang's right cheek, smushing his face as he's thrown out of the chair!

[“OH SHIT! I saw that! Holy fuck!”] Sergei shouts in amazement over the radio.

[“KICK HIS ASS MISHKA!”]


As Balalaika calmly sits at the table and focuses on her cigar, Taslim turns to face you next, leaping forward off the table several feet into the air and descending upon with his right hand flat and aimed at you like a spear!

You quickly take aim, firing the Hardballer up at him as if you were skeet shooting.

However, in another superhuman feat of strength Taslim flicks his wrists in anticipation of the three rounds fired, and as the sleeves are shredded you hear the metallic ping of iron cuffs covering the area.

[“WOAH WOAH WOAH! DID THAT JUST FUCKIN HAPPEN”]

[“Over what the hell is going on? What's with all the chatter!”]

[“This crazy ass fucking did some Wonder Woman shit! That's what happened!”]

[“Say again?”]

[“Shh! I'm trying to watch this!”]


Thank fully the shots stopped the attack he was preparing, and as he was about to be upon you there was a saving moment where you rolled under him, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Now he stands between you and Boris, but as Balalaika's right hand man starts to raise his weapon she stops him.

“No, Sergeant. There's no need for that until Mikhail is dead on the floor.” She orders, not even looking at the conflict as she smokes.

You keep your gun trained on him, sweating as you try to figure out what you're supposed to against this guy. Bullets don't work, and knives might be even worse... Can you truly believe if your hand-to-hand skills are sharp enough?


A: Mag dump him. One of those shots have to hit somewhere important.

B: Throwing knives might yeild even worse results, but you got some bigger ones that could even the odds.

C: Shit... Maybe you are going to have to play on his level, but how?

D: Act like you're going to shoot him, but just as he's about to close the distance you pistol whip him!

>>3785907
>A: Mag dump him. One of those shots have to hit somewhere important.

>>3785907
>B: Throwing knives might yeild even worse results, but you got some bigger ones that could even the odds.

>>3785907
>B: Throwing knives might yeild even worse results, but you got some bigger ones that could even the odds.

>>3785907
B: Throwing knives might yeild even worse results, but you got some bigger ones that could even the odds.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4u6uyLSoKjo

>>3785907
>B: Throwing knives might yeild even worse results, but you got some bigger ones that could even the odds.

>>3785907
>B: Throwing knives might yeild even worse results, but you got some bigger ones that could even the odds.

>>3785907
>B

Okay... Lets try doing some knife work then.

You holster your gun, the action putting another smile on Taslim's face as he quickly advances upon you again.

You flip the back of your blazer up and pull four knives free from it, throwing a pair from each hand at him!

He's able to deflect three of them away, but a fourth manages to cut across the right side of his face before he's finally within striking distance.

He makes a claw with his left hand, a blindingly swift swipe is made at your throat!

But as a part of your attack plan, you quickly pull your ballistic knife from the front of your waist and stop his hand before it reaches you, the attack halted as your blade grinds against the iron cuff below it.

The strength of your clashing offenses causes a few sparks to fly from the conflict, both of you adding a second arm to push onto your already outstretched one to win the power struggle!

However, you don't need to force his hand away, you just needed enough space to have the knife's tip pointed at his face!

You pull its trigger, the blade firing off at a lethal trajectory into Taslim's surprised face!

He opens his mouth, but it's not to scream...

His teeth chomp down onto the blade hard, his front rows being bent backward into his mouth by the sheer force of the blade itself.

A large leakage of blood drains past his now crooked teeth, flooding his bottom lip as he remains in shock from the surprise attack.

But it's far from over.

You reel your head back and slam your forehead into the dull half of the knife still sticking out from his teeth, the force of the slam breaking the teeth clenched around the steel and forcing them into the back of his throat!

A horrible noise comes from him, neither a gag or scream, but excruciating none the less as the blood that had been pooling from his bottom lip splashes free across your face.

Before he can recoil away, your hand that had been struggling against him first latches into the wrist he had extended earlier, keeping him in place as you draw the Kbar next and thrust it 4 times into his abdomen rapidly, letting it stick in him on the fifth stab as he finally forces himself away from you.

A long line of blood now trails from his mouth and stomach onto the floor in a loud splash along with the ballistic knife clanking softly in the warm liquid, leaving him awestruck as he trembles at the damage that's been done to him.

[“YEAH! YEAH YEAH!! FUCK YEAH MISHKA! FUCK THE SHAOLIN!”] Sergei loudly cheers.

A: “Do you want more, or is this a good enough death for you?”

B: Go get your knife back.

C: Draw your gun again and fire at him while he's still in shock.

>>3786146
>C: Draw your gun again and fire at him while he's still in shock.

>>3786146
>C: Draw your gun again and fire at him while he's still in shock.
Sergei’s a fucking treasure.

>>3786146
>C: Draw your gun again and fire at him while he's still in shock.

>>3786153
>>3786165
>>3786199
Roll D100!

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>3786205

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>3786205

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>3786205

>>3786146
>C

You warned him that this wasn't going to be cinematic for him.

Drawing your sidearm again, you dump the rest of its magazine into the already bleeding monk.

He's brought out of his trance the moment the gun fires, but rounds are already tearing their through his center mass.

He tries to force them out of his body, but they're much harder than the small pellets that were shot into him before.

You empty the magazine and quickly reload, but even that small enough gap is enough time for Taslim to make a last ditch effort to rip the knife out of his gut and throw it at you.

This whole fight almost seemed centered around the tolerance of pain. Taslim had trained his body in so many ways to surpass any torture it could go through. He broke apart his body to escape a prison, he could squeeze foreign bodies out of his flesh... The Shaolin training he put himself through couldn't compare to what was happening to him now. He probably thought he was invincible until he was afflicted with a disease not even enlightenment could push through.

He's almost similar to you in that regard, but there's one key difference that decides the end of this fight.

Taslim could push through the pain, but from your time in Spetsnaz you were taught that you weren't allowed to feel it until the fight was over.

So when your knife spears through left forearm and you don't even twitch, that difference is plainly illustrated for everyone to witness.

Taslim trained, but you were programmed.
https://youtu.be/x2YlbiyiuMc?t=80


The next magazine is fired into the stomach wound where the knife had been previously, and with every shot you walk forward closer and closer to your target.

Taslim's color was leaking onto his suit now, and he had lost so much of himself with very bullet that ripped through him that there was nowhere else he could be but on his knees. He had been broken and defeated.

Another empty mag hits the floor, and as it dings against the concrete below the sounds of Taslim's flooded lungs begin to gasp for air.

Every breath sounds like a sad squeak as he looks up at you, doing his best to speak.

“Haeeeuhhh... Haeeuuhh... In the temple... Haeeuuhhh... When I was small I--”

You load the next mag and start firing again, stopping his speech and forcing his dying body on its back. Once he's down, you empty the last four into his forehead, scattering his brain matter and skull fragments across the floor with in a vicious ending.
[More to follow]

>>3786351
“... Lame. You fucking suck Mishka.” Sergei speaks up again from the radio.

“Seriously? You didn't do like a cool neck snap or anything. Way to fucking blueball everyone, dickhead.”

[“What happened? Over watch, what's going on?”]

[“Ugh... He's down. I should've given you guys the go ahead to storm the place. The fight was subpar.”]

[“Asshole! You said that Chang was captured and that if we went in he would be dead!”]

[“Yeah well... Uh... You're breaking up... I'm getting interference at this altitude... Asswipe.”]

Boris had enough of the chatter and cut the radio off, not that it mattered at this point. It was over.

“I'll pull the medic in from outside for you, Mikhail. Good shooting.” He offers, leaving you, Balalaika, and Chang to all observe the body.

“Christ... You didn't even let the poor bastard have his last words.” Chang remarks with a half frown, kicking him.

“Did you?” You ask him, referring to when he had first abandoned him.

He chuckles.

“Hell no, but... Maybe I should've. Aside from a couple guys at the office, he's one of the only things left tying me to Hong Kong.”

“Are you really getting sentimental over someone you shot yourself, Chang?” Balalaika asks with a tired look.

“Hey, you should know more than anyone how I am towards people like that.” He grins around a cigarette, lighting it as Balalaika softly exhales.

“I suppose you're right. Well, I hope you don't have any more visitors coming, because I don't think I'll offer my services for something as messy as this again. Fedorov?”

“Ma'am?” You reply, keeping your wounded arm elevated.

“I think you should take a vacation. You've spent an entire week wading through someone else's bullshit and you deserve a rest. I can't say anyone's first week on the job has been quite like yours.” She tells you, her eyes looking at the knife sticking through you with a bit of worry.

“But I think I'm going to be giving you much cheaper suits from here on. Don't take it personally.”
[Still more to follow.

>>3786353
**

“... So that's that, huh.” Bao comments after you explained why your arm was in a sling.

“That's that.” You answer, taking another swallow of vodka.

“Fucking horse shit, right?” Sergei asks as he continues to pout with his head resting on the counter.

“Pretty fuckin' cold blooded if you ask me.” Bao responds, his eyes focusing back on the day's paper.

“Can't think of a harsher ending than some sacred karate asshole getting put down like a diseased dog. Didn't even let the man have anything decent to put on his tombstone.”

“What? Should I have written his will before I killed him too? Fuck...” You grumble as the drink starts to take hold of you.

Bao looks up from his paper again, reminded of something.

“So what about the other fuckers then? You know, the ones hacking Chang's guys up?”

“Not my problem. That's for them to figure out.” You respond, and all Bao can do is shrug in return.

“Fair enough.”

“Heyyy! Look who it is!”

Your eye twitches at the sound of a American woman's loud call, hearing their heels clack against the wood and approach you.

Surprisingly, the woman pushes between you and Sergei, leaning back against the bar and looking smugly up at you.

She's blonder and... Jesus Christ, her chest is... In a pink tank top with “JUST DO IT” written on the front. Yeah, you just needed to read that... Why do her sunglasses look familiar? They're obnoxious and... Pink.

“Shit, what happened to you?” She asks, looking at your arm.

Your brother is even brought out of his bad mood to... Read her shirt also.

A: Try to remember who this is.

B: “... Bao is this chick one of the brothel girls?”

C: “I'm not buying you a drink you Yankee shit...”

D: “I uh... Got stabbed.”

>>3786394
>A: Try to remember who this is.
>B: “... Bao is this chick one of the brothel girls?”

>>3786394
>E. Very different from your nun get up. And I got in a fight with a monk, I won.

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>>3786402
>>3786405
Eh, I'll let the votes stack overnight until there's a tie breaker or whatever.

Hope you guys enjoyed the posts! Sleep well or at least better than I do!

>>3786394
>A: Try to remember who this is.
>B: “... Bao is this chick one of the brothel girls?”

>>3786394
>A: Try to remember who this is.
>B: “... Bao is this chick one of the brothel girls?”

>>3786405
this smells like metagaming to me

>>3786394
>D: “I uh... Got stabbed.”

>>3786394
>A: Try to remember who this is.
I am thankful that we ended that fight unceremoniously. If only for the reason that our brother would be buttmad about it.

>>3786394
D: “I uh... Got stabbed.”

>>3786394
>B: “... Bao is this chick one of the brothel girls?”
>A: Try to remember who this is.
In that order.

fought a bulletproof monk.

>>3786531
I dunno man, I would have let him have his last words.

>>3786353
>“But I think I'm going to be giving you much cheaper suits from here on. Don't take it personally.”

Can't we just visits a tailor to repair the damaged suits and a decent dry cleaner?

>>3786394
B: “... Bao is this chick one of the brothel girls?”

>>3786394
>A: Try to remember who this is.
>B: “... Bao is this chick one of the brothel girls?”
Hello, Langley.

>>3786832
Say: Goddamit! Warn us next time you show up so we can put sunglasses on! You glow in the dark so much its blinding!

>>3786906
Oh please, we have no reason to suspect her glowy ways just yet.
I'm sure we will eventually (her being best girl and all) but not yet.

>>3787239
We don't suspect her. She just naturally GLOWS!

>>3787284
>>3787239
It's true. Glowniggers will be glowniggers.

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>>3786394
>A
>B

She kind of looks familiar... You've definitely seen her around once before...

“... Bao, is this chick one of the brothel girls?” You ask, and the friendly demeanor goes away in an instant.

“ASSHOLE!” She shouts, gnashing her teeth as she punches your sling.

Your body seizes up in the surprise shot of pain, but the drink mostly has your reactions dulled.

“What the fuck Mishka?” Sergei scolds, narrowing his eyes at you.

“I told you I was going to make friends with the church, and you pull this shit?!”

“Huh...?” You ask, confused. Then the pink shade and triangular shape of her sunglasses finally dawn on you...

“... OH! You're the nun.” You finally recall, taking another swig of booze.

“Sorry I just... I didn't know what off duty nuns dress like...” You try to excuse, but Eda regains some of her mischievous attitude from earlier.

“Oh really? You never see a woman go into a bar for a little fun?” She smirks as she leans her head back again.

“I think I'll let your stupidity slide since you look like you've had a rough night.”

“I'm honored.” You respond tiredly, taking another swig.

“Sheesh.” She frowns, looking over at Sergei.

“You weren't kidding, he's a sad sack of shit.”

“He listens to rock CDs alone for fun. For fun.” Sergei reiterates from a conversation they must've had.

A: “Fuck you, dickhead! I do things!”

B: “Fuck you, those CDs are great!”

C: “Fuck... Oh fuck off. Why are you here anyway, nun?”

D: “I'll break this bottle over your fucking head for fun. How about that?”

>>3787748

B: “Fuck you, those CDs are great!”
Hey Greenday and Linkin Park is awesome!
C: “Fuck... Oh fuck off. Why are you here anyway, nun?”

>>3787748
>B: “Fuck you, those CDs are great!”
Kino are genuinely pretty great, if a tad melancholy.

>>3787748
>B

You slam your fist down.

“Fuck you, those CDs are great!”

They both roar with laughter, and you can't tell if your face is getting red out of embarrassment or from the alcohol.

“Oh, oh come on man... It's not the fucking CDs, you never fuckin' go and hang out with me or anyone else man! I'm not talking about just here, but back in the old country too! Fuck man, life is short and you're wasting it getting shot at.” Sergei tries to explain, but you don't pay it any mind.

“I don't like your idea of fun. Drugs and hookers will kill you more than this will.” You dismiss.

“Alright, he has a point there.” Eda relents, finally turning and facing the bar.

“But maybe you should get out more, Mikhail. I mean I'm cooped up in that fucking church in hot as shit robes all the time. If I didn't come around here and fish for men or couple drinks I'd would've offed myself in the confessional booth.”

“... Fishing for men? Hey, Eda, if that's why you're here I could--”

“Too scrawny. Sorry hun.” Eda cuts Sergei off, and you can see your poor brother die inside.

“Besides, I mostly came here for a drink. Didn't expect to run into either of you here, but while you are here I might let you in on a lil' something.”

“No... No...” You grumble, burying your face into your arm resting on the counter.

“I don't want to know what business you have to offer. Talk to Sergei, I'm on vacation.”

“You sure you don't wanna know? It might make your vacation better.” She entices with a sly grin.


A: “... Fine.”

B: “No... Fuck, I just want to stay at home.”

C: “Can you go fuck someone already? Your bullshit makes me want to cut my fucking ears off.”

D: “Seriously, I'd rather not. Tell Sergei, but let me drink.”

>>3787899
>A: “... Fine.”

>>3787899
Does it involve drugs, bullet proof shaolin monks, or killing people?

If so then talk to my brother.

>>3787899
D: “Seriously, I'd rather not. Tell Sergei, but let me drink.”
At least let our body heal first God damn it!

>>3787899
>>3787952
this

>>3787982
Mine is basically a modified D option.

>>3787899
D: “Seriously, I'd rather not. Tell Sergei, but let me drink.”

>>3787899
>D: “Seriously, I'd rather not. Tell Sergei, but let me drink.”

>>3787899
>D

You groan.

“Seriously, I'd rather not. Tell Sergei, but let me drink.”

She shrugs.

“Well, as long as one of you knows... Hey, twig. Listen to this shit...”

You just turn your head away and look at the bottle.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8mQDaEi2G8

Between sips of the drink, you're lost in incoherent thought.

You keep swimming in your mind, clinging to whatever you can just to stay afloat in your head.

Did mom and dad get back with each other after you fled?

You hope that your mother doesn't think you're a coward for deserting.

What about that Chechen boy? Is he even still alive after all that?

Fuck, can you really live here? It's just going to be skirmishes with street trash until one of them gets a lucky shot on you. That's if you don't take it from the first, though.

Can you even name one thing you want? Just one goddamn thing other than keeping your brother safe? Do something for yourself you fucking pussy.

Fuck, you hope you can buy some bootleg CDs here. It'd suck if you missed out on a new Deftones record...

Is someone smoking weed?

You wanna die.

Who's touching you? Who the fuck?

“Hey!”

You snap out of your vodka induced trances, struggling to lean up and look at the woman getting your attention.

“Fuck, are you okay? You almost have that entire thing empty.” Eda asks, showing some concern.

“Mhhh... Sergei?” You ask, looking around for him.

“He taking a piss. Seriously, you alright?”

A: “Yeahhhh... Very okay, sister.”

B: “Do I look okay you stupid blind blonde bimbo fucker...? Asshole. How much money do you take from the collection basket, slut...”

C: “... Why are you still here? Jesus issin gonna like this...”

D: “Are you and him talkin' about me? Because I'll fuckin...”

>>3788135
>E. "'m fine."

>>3788135
>A: “Yeahhhh... Very okay, sister.”
>C: “... Why are you still here? Jesus issin gonna like this...”
Combos well together I think.

>>3788135
>E. I"'m fine."

>>3788178
Normally I would go for this but we are RUSSIAN!
We drink and don't not get drunk until we start getting liver and kidney failure, only then do we get drunk because punny organs cannot keep up.

>>3788135
>D: “Are you and him talkin' about me? Because I'll fuckin...”

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>>3788163
>>3788187
Roll a D100 to see how fine you are

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>3788229

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>3788229
F I N E
F I N E
F I N E

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>3788229

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>>3788231
Everything appears to be fine.

>>3788135
>E

You shake some sense into your head.

“Yeah, I'm fine...” You answer, pushing the bottle away.

She sighs.

“It's not my place to care anyway. I just can't imagine him struggling to drag your ass out of here.”

“Sergei? Huh... You actually like hanging around him?” You ask, a bit in disbelief.

“Sure, he's funny. He has a problem with shit spewing from his mouth, but at least it's all honest shit.” She answers with a smile, looking into her own small glass.

“You two are an interesting pair.”

The way she worded that alarms you, and you sit upright to properly address her.

“... What did he tell you?” You ask cautiously, and that devious smile starts to resurface again.

“Quite a lot... There's one thing that stands out though. A real perplexing case for my mind to unravel.”

Motherfucker. Sergei you stupid shit, did you tell her about the money? The heist?!

You don't say anything, but one of your hands is slowly making its way to the knives on your belt.

“I just can't figure it out... How has a hunk like you never had a girl pin you down and fuck you silly? Seriously, Sergei goes on about how much of a fucking delicate flower you are on the inside, and you've never even done a goddamn tongue tango? Like, I get if it's religious obviously, but...”

God. Fucking. Dammit.

[More in the next post]

>>3788379
“Why does he keep doing this to me...” You ask God, feeling blighted by him.

Eda laughs again, cackling with glee as she slaps your back.

“Sorry, you just gotta realize the only virgins in this fuckin' city are the newborns lucky enough to make it out of the wombs. You're an anomaly.”

“Grhhhhhh...” You just growl, pulling the bottle back over.

“You ever try asking a girl before? Like, come on I doubt panties wouldn't drop if you just ask.”

“God fucking dammit, I don't think of things like this... There's more important shit in my life.” You curse at her, gripping the bottle tighter.

“You have never thought about boning someone. Did you miss puberty?” She jokes, clearly getting off on how frustrated this is making you.

“I didn't say that. I told you, I got more important things on my mind.” You retort, but she's not convinced.

“Like...?” She presses.

“Like... Is this a fucking interrogation? I'm seriously tired of your shit.” You curse at her, looking away in an attempt to ignore the stupid yankee bimbo.

“Ah, come on! I'm just trying to get to know you better, dumbass. It's not like I'm gonna gossip to every shit stain I do business with in the city.” She tries to ease.

“I'm just trying to understand how you've remained abstinent for so long with the life you live.”

A: “Maybe I respect women! How's that? Does that satisfy you?!”

B: “I. Just. Want. To. Wait. Until. Marriage. You. Bitch.”

C: “Fuuuck... Just talk to me about something else.”

D: “Are you trying to be the first or something? I'm just not a fucking animal that wants to fuck everything it sees.”

>>3788382
C: “Fuuuck... Just talk to me about something else.”

>>3788382
E. "I've been busy looking after my std ridden brother who jumps into things cock first. When I'm not looking after him I'm trying to scrape up enough money to survive. When I'm not doing THAT I'm engaging in running battles with bullet proof shaolin monks who have death wishes. Beside most women in this line or work are either working an angel or batshit crazy.

>>3788429
in this line of work are either working an angle or **

>>3788382
D: “Are you trying to be the first or something? I'm just not a fucking animal that wants to fuck everything it sees.”

>>3788429
Then this.

>>3788429
Supporting

>>3788382
Can we just go with the super paranoia angle? Like the thought of being naked without your knives within reach is terrifying, so is getting your privates exposed, not to mention the complete lack of peripheral vision during the activity

>>3788382
>E

You take a deep breath.

"I've been busy looking after my STD ridden brother, afflicted by jumping into every fucking situation cock first. When I'm not looking after him I'm trying to scrape up enough money to survive, because fuck knows when some asshole is going to try and take what I have left.. When I'm not doing THAT I'm engaging in running battles with bullet proof shaolin monks who have death wishes!”

You let that hang in the air for a moment, not even looking at her while she takes it all in.

“Beside... Women here are either prostitutes, batshit, or probably working an angel on a horny idiot.”


It's quiet between you both for a moment, but you speak up again to lighten some of the tension.

“So yeah, it's been a rough day.”

“... Okay, I'm serious, you need to get laid.” Eda finally responds with a nervous sip of her drink.

“Not only is it obvious that the only woman you've been around is your mother, but you are way too strung out. For future reference, some women want to fuck so they can have an orgasm without any strings attached, but you've been having to look over your shoulder for god knows how long, haven't you?”

“... Something like that.” You admit.

“It's not a bad thing, but...” She starts, putting her empty glass to the counter.

“You need to give yourself some room to breathe every once in a while, or you'll suffocate in the abyss.”


You're reluctant, but you nod in agreement.

“Shit... You're actually a nun, aren't you?” You ask, but her face twists into a cackling shedevil once again.

“Fuck no, far from it... But that's how I make my life work in this place.”


“If you say so...” You respond, just staring ahead.

“... Your brother either had to take a shit too or he's doing co--”

“He's doing coke, yes.”

[To be continued next session.]

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That's it for tonight gopniks.

I will either run Sunday+Monday or Monday+Tuesday, but after those next two I'm gonna take a small break to iron out some more of the story.

Well, that's what I plan to do anyway. I'm sure I'll find a neat way to dick everything up.

Have a good night, and feel free to leave your dank questions as usual!

>>3788620
At first I read dick pump everything up and I got excited, then I read it again and I am mildly disappointed.

Poor Eda wanted a quick big D but Mishka is too pure for a nun.

Can we get some weed to calm Sergei down? Hes way to hyper active. Maybe some ritalin.

>>3788685
Fuck that he needs better coke.

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>>3788901
That would be classic.

>>3788685
>implying she won't keep banging away at it
I mean she spent how long repeatedly making fun of Revy for not having fucked Rock yet?
She's GONNA get the D. She might just have to work at it.

>>3789138
We need to get Revy BLACKED!

>>3789949
wut
No.
Fuck off, faggot.

>>3790099
Stop being so frail, you had your chance but you cucked out.

>>3790160
Again, wut.
I'm pulling for Mishka to fuck EDA.
I'm just also pulling for Rock and Revy to be a thing, because they've got chemistry.

>>3789949
>t. /pol/

>>3790184
Isn't rock the blake dude?

>>3790201
>being on the side of nazis
fascists get the bullet soon.

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>>3790546
>Isn't Rock the black dude

No, that's Dutch.

Also I wouldn't belittle Rock if you're familiar with Black Lagoon.

>>3790546
>Isn't rock the blake dude?
His name is Rokuro Okajima.
Yeah, I'm sure he's just the NIGGEST, anon.

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>>3790546
inb4
> I was only pretending to be retarded

>>3788614
**

“Mhhh...”

You're trying to stay in the world sleep, but something's going on away from your bed.


“No...”


There it is again, a sound deep and rumbling. Did Sergei fuck with the dishwasher again? Goddammit.

“Fuhhhk...” You moan, rising from your sheets with a yawn to the sound of the deep rumbling coming from the kitchen area.

“Stupid motherfucker can't let me sleep fucking piece of shit cock sucker goddamn...” You begin an endless stream of grumbles as you find some pants to put on, stumbling through your room's door.

It's only been two days into your time off, and while you've been cleared to have the sling for your arm aside you're still a little sore in that arm.

“Sergei you dumb fuck, I told you not to stick--”

Your tired eyes snap wide open as you round the corner feel your eyes wander along the floor and follow a sparse trail of broken glass.

But what really makes your heartbeat race is what this trail leads to, and behind the kitchen counter you can plainly see some broken plate shards, scratch marks dug deeply into the floor, and a ripped open bag of corn flakes...

And a massive tiger, sleeping soundly among all this.

Are... Are you dreaming? That tiger can't be real, right?!

It lets out a loud and drowsy growl as it shifts in its place on the floor, revealing itself as the noise you had been awoken by.

How... How the fuck did it get in your house?!

This is it. God is real and he hates you. Holy fucking Christ, a fucking Tiger.

A: Slowly creep away, try and get to the phone and call... The police?

B: Grab your Saiga from your room and unload on it while its still asleep.

C: “Psst. PSST! Hey! Go home! Go away!”

D: Okay, seeing how it just went for your kitchen first, maybe it's just hungry? Try finding something for it to eat.

>>3790728
>E: : Slowly creep away, try and get to the phone and call... Balalaika?Sergei?Shenhua? Lagoon company? Anyone will fucking do.(roll 1d4)
The fuck is going on QM?

>>3790728
>D: Okay, seeing how it just went for your kitchen first, maybe it's just hungry? Try finding something for it to eat.
Stare it in the eyes as you do so, tigers HATE straight fights.

>>3790750
I'm not sure I know what you mean. This is a perfectly normal problem.

>>3790728
>D: Okay, seeing how it just went for your kitchen first, maybe it's just hungry? Try finding something for it to eat.

>>3790756
>>3790812
Roll D100!

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>3790814

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>3790814

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>3790814

>>3790814

>>3790829
YOU FUCKED IT ALL UP YOU TRIPLE NIGGER!

>>3790829
Are you goddamn motherfucking kidding me the one time I roll in like 2 months you fucking shitfuck

>>3790829
So we die by tiger. A fitting death for a stupid action.

>>3790835
Wait, holy shit it wasn’t me HAHA SCORE I DIDN’T FUCK UP

>>3790836
Maybe our brother slipped us some high quality peyote, we're just tripping balls, and the tiger is actually Shenhua?

>>3790861
Like hell we're that lucky. Maybe if we rolled a nat 100. Maybe.

>>3790877
I mean, we might STILL die in that scenario, but at least it'd be death by snu-snu.

>>3790829
Tiger>Bear

>>3790728
>D

It went into the kitchen, so maybe the big cat is just hungry...

You just have to make it to the fridge...

crack

You look down, your heel breaking a shard of glass you didn't notice walking in.

The tiger's ear twitches, and with a ravenous growl it begins to stir.

“... I just wanted to sleep in.” You remind yourself as the hulking cat rises and turns to look at you with hungry eyes.

It bares its fangs, its claws screeching over the floor as it focuses on its prey.

“Hey, hey... I got something yummy for you in the fridge if you just let me-”

If the thing could talk, you would like to imagine it apologizing before its instincts kick in.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGvbfKTS7ag

The beast pounces, and you run.

You head to the small living room of this cheap home, looking back to see it crash its massive head into the wall you were just in front of and cave it in.

“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!” You scream as you try to leap over the sofa and make give it an obstacle to go over, but goddamn, you just give him a juicy appetizer to start his meal with.

Before you can get halfway over, you feel its sharp claws dig into your hips and what you assume to be his teeth sinking into your right ass cheek.

The scream you let out is like a frightened child's as you look back to see him gnawing at your buns with his predatory eyes glaring into yours.

There is no way you can allow yourself to die by being eaten ass first by a tiger! You have to do something!

A: Don't be a pussy! Punch it in the nose and grapple with it to assert your dominance!

B: Reach for something to hit it over the head with, anything but one of the cushions!

C: Try slipping out of the pants and making another run for it!

[Go ahead and stack the votes, feeling a bit too tired. Will post a follow up in the morning!]

>>3791050
A: Don't be a pussy! Punch it in the nose and grapple with it to assert your dominance!
DA RUSKIAN BEAR IS MAD!

>>3791050
>B: Reach for something to hit it over the head with, anything but one of the cushions!
They're like 500 pounds of muscle. We are NOT winning a grapple with a tiger.

>>3791050
>A: Don't be a pussy! Punch it in the nose and grapple with it to assert your dominance!

>>3791050
A: Don't be a pussy! Punch it in the nose and grapple with it to assert your dominance!

>>3791050
>A: Don't be a pussy! Punch it in the nose and grapple with it to assert your dominance!
In for a penny...

>>3791050
B: Reach for something to hit it over the head with, anything but one of the cushions!

This is how we die.

>>3791203
No we die because Balakaika breaks our hips with her hips

>>3791203
>thinking we can’t tame a tiger
We’ll tame it and give it a name suitable for a tiger

>>3791214
But anon balakaika is the tiger.

>>3791050
>A

Man the fuck up! You didn't get this far just get eaten by a fucking tiger!

You look back with fury in your eyes and hammer your fist into its red nose!

It lets out a frightening yeowl of shock as it's forced to release you from its maw, giving you the perfect opportunity to retaliate further!

[“YOU COME INTO MY HOUSE AND FUCK UP MY KITCHEN?!”] You shout at it as you lunge at it, getting your right arm around its neck and swinging your body over its back.

The beast shakes violently and even rolls around on its back to force you off, but there's no way in hell a grip as tight as yours is letting go now!

[“YOU THINK YOU CAN EAT ME MOTHERFUCKER?! FUCK YOU!”] You snarl at it as you start punching it in the rips while staying hooked around its neck with your right arm.

Its roars and howls are deafening as it still tries to force you off, but it seems that your punches aren't giving you the effect you want.

So you go for the nose again, and in a weird twist of fate your anger begins to turn into guilt.

You hit it again and again in its sensitive nose, the roars getting softer as it begins to buckle from your assault.

You're not relenting until it starts to sound like its in more pain than your ass, the roars getting cracks in it as it starts to collapse into the ground.

With your right arm still tight around as much of the neck as you can fit, you wait a moment to make sure the beast is submitting before cautiously letting go and getting back onto your feet.

Its breathes are quick and shallow as it lays on the ground recovering, but you don't have a lot of time to put this cat out of commission for good...
[More to follow]

>>3791786

… Why do you feel so sad looking at it now? It was trying to eat you moments ago but now it looks absolutely pathetic.

Maybe... Maybe you can try to show it that you aren't so bad? Change its mind with that food you were trying to get it earlier?

“Tss! Ahh...” You hiss as you put a hand over the bite wound on your ass cheek, staggering over to the fridge.

You're in luck, as it looks like Sergei had several steaks he was going to cook thawing in there.

As you hurl the meat over to the living room, you search along the floor and follow the trail of broken glass you had stepped on earlier, finding the bathroom window nearly broken off its frame with the rest of the room was a total mess.

“How the fuck...?” You ask yourself.

Returning to the living room, there's a small sense of relief as you find the giant cat tearing into the slabs of meat like there's no tomorrow.

Sighing, you flip the sofa back onto its legs and take a seat, resting from that ordeal.

You close your eyes for a moment, but they snap back open as the sounds of the tiger eating subside and are replaced by it growling in front of you.

You're almost ready to fight for your life again as it stares at you with red stains around its mouth, but instead it casually approaches and puts its head on your lap.

“Uh... Good kitty...?” You respond with confusion, hesitantly patting the fiery head of fur.

It responds with another low growl before pulling itself away and laying on the floor in front of you.

You can't help but sit there and blink, still processing how fucked the start of your day is.

A: Should you call someone? Maybe There's a zoo or... No this place wouldn't have a zoo, but a fucking tiger in Roanapur feels out of place.

B: It's a big cat with a big stomach, meaning you should go out and get some more meat for it before it decides to stop being passive again.

C: Maybe you should take a closer look at it. Does it have a collar or something? What if it's a pet?

>>3791800
>A: Should you call someone? Maybe There's a zoo or... No this place wouldn't have a zoo, but a fucking tiger in Roanapur feels out of place.
>Captain, a tiger broke into my domicile. Yes a tiger. I punched it into submission. help."

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>>3791800
Stack votes again btw, will finish this thread up tonight and probably resume this Sunday or something.

>>3791806
Ditto

>>3791800
Yeah, this:
>>3791806
>A: Should you call someone? Maybe There's a zoo or... No this place wouldn't have a zoo, but a fucking tiger in Roanapur feels out of place.
>Captain, a tiger broke into my domicile. Yes a tiger. I punched it into submission. help."

>>3791800
Supporting >>3791806
I hope we get to keep it

>>3791800
>C: Maybe you should take a closer look at it. Does it have a collar or something? What if it's a pet?

>>3791800
A: Should you call someone? Maybe There's a zoo or... No this place wouldn't have a zoo, but a fucking tiger in Roanapur feels out of place.
Yes call Cap'n.
B: It's a big cat with a big stomach, meaning you should go out and get some more meat for it before it decides to stop being passive again.

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It'll probably get a kennel in the hotel.

We should get some roofies.

>>3791800

C: Maybe you should take a closer look at it. Does it have a collar or something? What if it's a pet?

Just hope it's not Mike Tyson's.

>>3791931
We're not in Vegas so I think we're safe.

We're more likely to have stole Changs Monkey by mistake.

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>>3791931
forgot pic

>>3791800
>C: Maybe you should take a closer look at it. Does it have a collar or something? What if it's a pet?

>A: Should you call someone? Maybe There's a zoo or... No this place wouldn't have a zoo, but a fucking tiger in Roanapur feels out of place.
It wouldn't hurt to make a quick check to see if there's anything that could help us call up the owner or drop it off.

>>3791800
>B: It's a big cat with a big stomach, meaning you should go out and get some more meat for it before it decides to stop being passive again.
>C: Maybe you should take a closer look at it. Does it have a collar or something? What if it's a pet?

>>3791806
Yarp.

Mention we are also feeding the tiger our meat.

Misunderstanding inbound.

>>3791800
>C

Maybe this guy has a collar or something to identify where he came from.

You carefully pet him down the back of his head and feel around his neck, stopping once you touch something metal wrapped around it.

It feels like a steel collar, and what's even more revealing is that there's a broken link of chains dangling around the top. How did you not notice this earlier?

“Hmm... You're definitely no zoo or circus animal. Disciplined enough to not bite my hand when I feed you though.”

You tug on the metal ring to see how tightly it's fit onto him, but that just makes the beast nap at you with guttural noises similar to a bike engine.

“Hey!” You nap back, poking his nose as you point at him sternly.

“No! No more biting me! No!”

He flinches, and his growls soften as he glares at you. This cat was a moody bastard.

Well... If he belonged to someone, they weren't a very good owner, and it's not like you can just let him run wild through the rest of the city...

As a test of faith, you reach behind one of his ears and give it a scratch.

The ferocity in his eyes subsides, and soon you're surprised to see them close has he leans his large head into your hand, a soft growl rumbles from his throat which you assume is him purring.

Yeah... This could work. You could whip this giant fuzzy bastard into shape. He could even be useful in combat.

Perhaps now would be a good time to name him...

A: Tigger.

B: Sasha.

C: Taslim

D: Garfield

E: Something else... [Leave a suggestion]

>>3793005
>C: Taslim
You are now imagining the Tiger flexing out the pellets in the world where we went for the Saiga.

>>3793005
>C: Taslim

>>3793005
D: Garfield

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>3793005
>A: Tigger.
>C: Taslim
>D: Garfield

>>3793020
>>3793026
Why? We didn't even like the guy well enough to give him his last words.

>>3793038
There's essentially no meaning to any of these. Besides, it's not like Mikhail gives a fuck about sentiment while on the job.

>>3793052
>Getting into fight with Chang.
>Chang kills our tiger
>Curse out Chang for killing Taslim
>No Mikhailm you killed him!
>ofw hes both right and wrong at the same time.
>Changs face looking smug as shit.

Goddamit

>>3793037
Gartigger
Tiggerfield

I think the latter sounds better.

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>>3793059

>>3793059
Just an opinion not a vote.

>>3793005
>C

You think you have the perfect name for him, one that will overwrite a blemish in the past.

“Let's call you Taslim.” You smile, patting its head and standing up.

“Once you get used to your name, I'll see if I can apply myself and train you. It can't be harder than wrestling you at least.”

The tiger doesn't really react to anything you're saying and instead wanders off, knocking the coffee table over as it walks by with its massive and muscled frame.

He's certainly a work in progress.

Still, what are the odds you have a semi reasonable predatory animal show up in your home? You aren't dreaming, hell your ass still hurts!

Maybe you should make some calls to Hotel Moscow, visit the Yellow Flag... Shit, someone out here has to deal in exotic creatures.

You stand up and start to make your way to the telephone, when you suddenly hear the snapping of wood followed by something heavy crashing to the ground coming from your room!

Rushing down the hall, you fling the door aside only to see the tiger sitting on your bed, or rather, the mattress of it. The legs and underside have snapped under his weight, but he doesn't seem to notice or care. Even as you sigh, he doesn't look in your direction.

“Fucking cat...” You curse, returning to your route and taking the phone off the narrow table resting in the hall way to dial up the first person you can think of.

“... Hello? Fedorov?” You hear Balalaika's voice inquire.

“You're supposed to be on vacation, remember? Why are you calling me?”

“Well, I got a tiger.” You put it bluntly, and Balalaika wastes no time in scoffing.

“Hah, I advise against you prank calling your superiors during your off time. It will only make coming back to work more painful.”

“Good, because I'm not joking. Big asshole broke into my house and ruined a perfectly good box of cereal. I tried to get him some food he'd actually like but he decided to take a bite out of my rear first.” You spit back, and the tone of your voice clues her in on how serious you're being.

“Well... I've never heard a problem like this. Did you kill it?”

“What? No! It calmed down after I threw it some red meat... “ You respond.

“... This is certainly interesting. I assume you want my help in figuring out where it came from?” She asks.
“Yes Ma'am. In the mean time I'm gonna try and make a soldier out of him.”

Balalaika erupts in a tiny fit of laughter.

“Good luck Fedorov, but don't expect condolences from the rest of us at your funeral.”

And with that, she hangs up. Maybe now would be a good time to--

“MISHKAAAAAAAAA!” The front door creaks open, and the rushing of Taslim from your room is an orange blur/

“I'm home, and I got you som vodkKKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He shrieks as the tiger rounds the corner and tries to attack your poor brother.

“Fuck...” You groan, chasing after him to make sure he doesn't eat your brother next.
[TBC next session]

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Okay, gonna take a quick siesta while I iron out the rest of this plot thread. I hope you're ready to raise a good boy who run fast and kill good... Or have a spoiled brat live in your home ruining everything rent free.
May run either Saturday or Sunday. Til then, I hope you guys have a good sleep!

>>3793171
Thanks Mach. I really wasn't expecting the tiger. Hopefully we can get him to at least respect the little bro.

>>3793164
Garfield and Taslim were tied.

>>3793164
>2 votes for Taslim, 2 votes for Garfield
>Taslim won
Nani?
>>3793171
Thanks for running.

>>3793195
>>3793221
Huh.

I'll find a way to fix it.

>>3793237
Hate to bring it up, but this isn't the first time with tied votes.

>>3793237
I was too drunk to post, but throw me in for Taslim if it helps. I like naming animals after foes.

"We named the monkey Jack"

>>3793237
Just a bit of unsolicited advice. If you make a post calling a vote before you start writing, you won't get people voting in the middle of preparing the next post. Throwing off the majority. Well, you still will, but they can be safely ignored. When you're ready yo tally and start writing, just make a post announcing what option(s) won, voting is closed, and that you are now writing.

>>3793507
Please do this.