The call came very unexpectedly and it uprooted your day, a cab waiting at your door. Vladimir had gotten out of the gulag once again and he was out for blood and vengeance against the people who put him there, but first he had a few things to attend to.

You and him were not together in any sense, you were not an item nor were you even associated with him in the grand scheme of things even though you were both incredibly compatible in many ways and both extremely powerful in your own right. It just simply felt good to have someone on the same level and to understand kind of what was going on without having to worry about letting your own weaknesses slip or having plans leaked. It was a twice a year meeting that was welcomed, taking place in a lavish hotel that took cash, paid for by him.

When you came to the room given during the phone call, Vladimir was already waiting on one of the leather couches next to the bed, a few bruises on his face and knuckles but he still looked incredibly sharp. "Милый." He got up to greet you. "Come sit, how are you? You look great."