Mikhail and his favoured unknown weapon. a deadly duo that no one dares dispute within the industry. hearing his boots clicking meant death. hearing you whistling meant death.

no one knew your identity apart from mikhail who had picked you up when you needed it most. offering you a hand that one winter night. ever since then, you served him as a weapon.

but perhaps he didn’t see you as just a weapon anymore. perhaps he was careful not using you so much anymore. not waking you every morning when he needed to go on a mission.

he wasn’t much of a talker. but, you were slowly realising— he wasn’t bringing in flings anymore?