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Dec 30 2017, 03:18 AM
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One of the many perks of being Nikolai and Vanessa was that they celebrated two Christmases. It had become obvious very early on that they couldn’t reconcile their respective religious upbringings, so it just made more sense to do everything where possible, and, frankly, two Christmases sounded exactly like what someone should take advantage of in their relationship. Their first Christmas- Vanessa’s Christmas- occurred on the 25th of December and they had followed mostly Bulgarian traditions and lain around, having eaten too much, and then drunk too much and generally enjoyed the festivities. They’d celebrated New Year’s Eve, and then begun to celebrate Nikolai’s Christmas, which happened of the 6th. This was a little more subdued because of the time of year, but that really didn’t stop them from trying to cook too much food and exchange more gifts and play obnoxious Christmas music. It was all almost enough to make Kolya smile, partially because they were very embracing of their holidays which he thought was important and partly because no one could really say no to such a weird set of traditions.
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Everything seemed to be going well- in other words, despite both of them trying (a little desperately) to get tipsy, nothing had burnt and, in fact, looked rather delicious. He had piled his plate high rather shamelessly- what? It was Christmas!- eaten happily, and was trying to convince Vanya that [i]of course[i] he found the Christmas cracker joke she got funny and not at all lame. When someone knocked on the door, however, he made a face and waved a hand airily. “I’ll get it,” he assured her, because he wanted to escape this joke about snowmen, heading over to the door. He didn’t know who it could be but assumed it might be, say, a neighbour, assuming their friends were polite enough to call ahead, all things considered; it had been better for everyone with their sort of hobbies to stay away for a while.
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Swinging the door open, ready to greet their potential elderly neighbour politely, he was surprised by uniforms and managed to go from looking rather relaxed to harassed in a split second. It wasn’t made easier by their explanation that they had to search the apartment for the second time (!) and how they were sorry to interrupt, etc., but by this point, he had lost his previous cheer, turning to look at Vanya somewhat helplessly. There wasn’t anything he could do to stop it, knew it was best to co-operate, so he could really gesture half-heartedly into the apartment, with a tired, “Yes, go ahead.”


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Dec 30 2017, 01:14 AM
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Nikolai had been embroiled in a staring contest with a cheeky-looking elf for the past twenty minutes. He was a rather serious fellow by nature, and the setting hadn’t helped, but the way it peered at him had only served to make him look even more severe. When he had been notified by his Russian lawyer (who had soon after returned to Moscow to give a perfunctory update on Nikolai’s life to his family) that his UK-based lawyer would be Valerie Sun, he had done what any normal criminal would do and researched her past cases. He had been… not optimistic, but willing to give her a shot based on past affairs, mostly hopeful that someone had to make sure he didn’t go to jail and if she was willing to take on a potential bank robber, then he wouldn’t complain. People feared her. If she gained a reputation for protecting the guilty, he didn’t care about that. What he cared about was that Vanya had told him she was getting his Christmas present today, and he fully intended to be around next Christmas too.
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He’d come in that day following a phone call to get an update on the case thus far, which he hoped didn’t involve court dates right before Christmas (but maybe it did. Maybe he just had to clarify evidence. Maybe he should bought more than himself and the neat briefcase of paperwork that he had been told to supply because he was nothing if not organised). But, alas, the office in question was so sparkly, he had been certain he’d arrived at the wrong office and, when his name was mentioned, he turned the serious glare from the elf to Valerie before realising it wasn’t her fault he’d been in the staring contest. At least she wasn’t wearing a Christmas jumper; he’d have to walk out. “Good afternoon,” he greeted, standing up with no real regard for how he literally towered over everyone. Still, he didn’t expect to discuss his private matters out in an open plan office, so after shaking her hand, he gestured for her to lead the way.


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Oct 14 2017, 12:13 AM
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And I've got no defense for it, The heat is too intense for it
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There was a lot going on for Kolya and Vanya right now, and it seemed quite prudent that they take a short break from the city. It wasn’t that he didn’t like London- he still did- but their apartment didn’t feel the same when they were both too worried to do things like plan crimes or spend time with other known criminals (or worse, inadvertently lead the police to unknown ones, they’d never forgive themselves). They could have done something productive, like plan the wedding they still wanted, but they needed to do that in Bulgaria, which was rather impossible when one of them couldn’t leave the country. In the end, it just seemed that a short break to the local beach, even if the weather was poor, might be enough for them to deal with everything else going on (it was ruined slightly because Kolya had to give details of his outside-the-city stay to the authorities, but he tried to ignore that). It was true that it was ridiculously cool, that Kolya did not own shorts, and a lot of the attractions were typically empty, but that just meant that they got to do things like get entire arcades to themselves or suggest to Vanya that he could probably throw her into the sea from where they stood (no, I can’t get you out afterwards, it’s too cold!).
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After a charming but blustery afternoon on the pier, mostly trying to tick off things that they wanted to do at the beach regardless of whether anyone else cared, he considered their options. He had yet to win Vanya another large stuffed toy, but he didn’t know if their apartment could handle three large people and one midget in there; she might have to take up residence in the wardrobe, if so. “We haven’t had cotton candy,” he proclaimed very seriously, terribly sad that they might not have this sweet treat between them. “We should find some,” he considered, unsure if they had passed anywhere selling it, but certain that it had to be somewhere.


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Nikolai never wanted to be arrested ever again in his life. It was true that it was a fear for anyone involved in the crime world just as it was true that the moment he’d been arrested, he’d been aware that Vanya would sort out things on her end and make the appropriate phone calls for him. They all had contingency plans in place, just in case someone got too close, and lawyers to call and family members to notify and evidence to hide. But that didn’t mean Nikolai legitimately wanted to sit through being charged, or having a quiet discussion with his lawyer, or waiting for them to decide on bail proceedings; eventually, they had taken his passport from him to stop him leaving the country and his lawyer had signed him out in the early hours of the morning. He’d showered at the nearby hotel, changed into new clothes, and, after making sure contact details were shared and he understood the terms of the agreement even if he didn’t want to, he had figured it was time to go home. He could have phoned, but he suspected she would be completely out of it, and he just wanted to be home, in his comfortable, safe, probably-searched-by-now apartment.
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He had to take the tube home but eventually, he turned up at his apartment building, heading up their flat. He knocked on the door at least, out of politeness, but was quick to unlock the door anyway, really hoping she was sleeping there, actually, and hadn’t taken up residence in someone else’s apartment because theirs seemed too empty. “Vanya?” he called out, shutting the door behind him and turning on the living room light. He took a moment to glance around the place, forgoing any mess in favour of the change in one of the paintings on the wall, giving a rather tragic sigh; he had liked that it had a map of a gallery on the back. “Are you home? Are you asleep?” he continued, heading towards the bedroom.


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Bank robberies were not particularly Nikolai- he had no interest in it on a personal level- but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be fine. In fact, not to get cocky, he thought that being in his position probably made him rather fortunate when it came to such a thing. He didn’t who had suggested the theft, but he knew the pieces had fallen together very well once they had gotten past the initial hurdles, including, but not limited to, acquiring blue-prints, discovered a rare but sturdy steel for Neal to work with, and convincing Baz Devlin and Sabine Bordeaux to get back together before Baz disappeared for his new life. He and Vanessa had been put on the duty of doing the actual theft, stealing into the bank while everyone else was distracted and taking away a remarkably large amount of jewels from one of the safes. This part had gone perfectly; there had been a brief hiccup where Vanya hadn’t followed his personal protocol and instead opened the safe by guessing the final number, but this was very typical of them.
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Most of the jewels had gone to Vanya, who had a different route to leave the bank than he did and would get outside faster. They had to destroy a camera- their only real criminal damage, Kolya would argue, as the rest of the cameras had been disabled by the witches- and he had said it was easy enough for him to deal with. This, he supposed, proved to be his undoing, even as he affixed a new safe door in place. But, turning to face the corridor that would lead outside, he was suddenly concerned; a sixth sense had come up, if you will, but like any good thief, he trusted his instincts. “Vanya,” he started, even more serious than normal, “That wasn’t there before.” He was referring not to the corridor (which would be easy to spot), but the evident signs that it could throw up a grille at a moment’s notice. He mentally stumbled over this new fact. If the camera wasn’t taken care of, they were all in trouble- but the moment he took it off the system, they would be alerted to his presence anyway. Despite his general eye-rolling behaviour at Vanessa’s shenanigans, he was hoping she had a smart and strange solution for him.


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