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And you are? — Nobody.

John Wick: Chapter 4 (2023) dir. Chad Stahelski

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He may as well have yelled it from the rooftops.

The answer to her question couldn't be any clearer for Nico; the lack of denial as much an indictment of Maksim's guilt as any explicit admission.

One hand snaps up to meet the chain of his pocket watch, fingers curling around the golden links as she kills the distance between them and centers Mikhail's attention on her next words. "One thing I will do for you. When you want, no questions. That is our deal." With that, Nico releases the younger Vorshevsky brother and takes a step back.

Something black is beginning to bloom around the edges of her mood and she needs a drink to staunch it. "Споки, Михаи́л." She adds before taking her leave.

— End.

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A good a bad moment you'll never forget?

Good? Meeting Andrei, graduation from Belmonte, his wedding, the birth of his son. There are plenty to choose from and he's endlessly grateful to have pleasant memories to combat the negative.

Bad? Getting shot by the Irish mob and almost bleeding out next to his dead uncle was certainly a memorable event.

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how does he react to criticism?

Depends on what he's being criticized for and who's giving it. Most of the time Mikhail is pretty open to hearing constructive feedback when warranted, but the messenger can and will be shot under some circumstances.

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if you had to walk into the room with everyone you've ever met, who would you go looking for first?

Please be so for real. Y'all know this man is a simp extraordinaire.

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if his wife ever changed her mind about mob life, could he be compelled to leave it all behind?

Oof. That's a difficult question because he's wanted nothing more than to be part of his family's work for so long, but he loves Iza and Dmitri very deeply.

I think it would require a lot of thought on his end, deciding if he can put any pride and ambitions aside to maintain his small piece of happiness. I'd really like to say yes, however the allure of power can be intoxicating. And once a Vorshevsky, always a Vorshevsky.

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Of all the wisdom Mikhail had learned over the years since integrating himself into the family business, never betting against Nico was perhaps some of the most compelling. It hadn't led him astray yet.

"Well, it won't be a new car..."

Now, he doesn't enjoy tossing Maks in front of the proverbial bus, but it was obvious from her question that the man was already halfway into the street.

The impression of the gun dissolves in her fingers as her hand drops back down to her side. Nico flexes it, nails digging into her palm.

'I'm surprised you didn't know.'

She's surprised, too, but it isn't something she's about to admit to Mikhail, no matter how much she likes the man. The puzzle pieces begin to click in place as Nicoleta lets her expression go blank. "And if I bet money Maks knows this from before – about the roulette in hospital – would I win big prize?"

You wouldn't be outing him, it says, not if I've already guessed it.

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END.

A hollow and cold laugh escapes him then, but that was not to say he wasn't genuinely amused by Mikhail's words. He shakes his head and takes a final sip of his drink. "I don't make idle threats," he says fairly. That tickled him. If he wanted to threaten the Russians, he surely would not make the youngest his target. He wouldn't take the warning personally, however. Johnathan had simply wanted to gauge the Russian's opinion on the matter, put him in their shoes, on whether or not they were justified in feeling even a hint of regret. If they would've been as understanding as the Rutherfords had, when it came to their mistakes. "If you're feeling brave enough." Johnathan places his glass next to Mikhail's, buttoning his suit jacket as he readies himself to join the crowd in the main room. "Enjoy the rest of your night, Mikhail."

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Would you rather be invisible or telepathic? Why?

Telepathic. Easier to get into people's heads and read motives that way rather than relying on body language and verbal slip-ups.

He's already lived enough years being invisible, hard pass.

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would you rather see the future or change the past and why?

I think he'd very much like for Larissa, Kat, and his mother to still be alive. So, change the past.

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What lengths would you go to protect your family?

Every length. There is almost nothing he wouldn't do to prevent from losing more family members at this point.

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To answer her question, Misha brings his temple down to the imaginary gun until they're level and mouths, Bang!

"I'm surprised you didn't know." He wasn't. Surely Aviv thought better than to mention the hospital incident if the topic of his relationship and now engagement hadn't come up either. What else was left out of Nico's purview? Interesting. "It seems their story has a happy ending regardless. Love truly is blind."

'The joke is that Aviv thinks he can't do better than a woman who plays Russian Roulette with him while he's unconscious.'

It takes a minute for that to sink in.

She thinks back to the last time Aviv was unconscious – easy, the hospital – and her expression begins to shift as she takes in what Mikhail's saying. Adriana, he says, and she scans his face for any indication that this is another bad joke. But his expression is placid, no amusement glinting in those pale eyes.

"Russian Roulette?" Nicoleta echoes slowly, bringing three fingers up to mime a gun. Trying to discern whether he means the real thing, a single bullet in a six-chamber gun — or whether this is some bullshit English expression that's gone over her head.

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"And yet." Mikhail repeated, tone laced with acknowledgement. Unfortunately it did little to sway his current position. The Rutherford organization had invited them into London of their own accord, perhaps if they were not prepared for the implications of that choice then they should've taken their time before making it. Hasty, hasty. "Enough that you're still here having this conversation." It wasn't a condemnation of the other man, but a passing remark on where they now stood. "I don't blame you for any lingering frustration, but I will caution against idle threats. Let's not make another irreversible decision, hm?" He'd take them on the chin while the atmosphere remained poised, but Kosta was far less forgiving. If word got out that the Rutherfords were reconsidering this alliance... "Well, it's getting late and I believe they're about to announce." Setting his now empty glass back onto the counter, Mikhail offered the other man a placid expression. "We should do this again. Your place next time?"

Happy wife, happy life. If only it'd been that simple. That made Johnathan roll his neck, and luckily his drink came just in time. He would, however, idly toast to that. The wheel indeed continued to spin, and Johnathan cared little to weigh their sins on a scale just to see which way it tipped. He cared only to finish what he started. "And yet..." The young Vorshevsky seemed smart enough to be able to fill in the blanks himself. The French, the Italians, the British government, and general public... if they weren't careful enough, even his own damn organisation. "How many mistakes do you think my patience can handle?" He asks, eerily civil considering the subject. One? He sticks out his index finger, for almost killing Lara. Two? The middle finger, for killing Amir. Then, three, with his ring finger. Raising his brows, he looks at Mikhail. "What do you think?"

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"To you. My nominations say otherwise." Still, he continued. "The joke is that Aviv thinks he can't do better than a woman who plays Russian Roulette with him while he's unconscious. Take a minute to admire the irony." Intricate details were hardly relevant and Maksim hadn't been entirely forthcoming beyond the key points, but enough could be pieced together for a solid picture. One Misha carefully painted for Nico tonight. "Lara?" He nearly laughed. "No, I was referring to the other, slightly more unhinged one–– Adriana."

'Hasn't he rekindled a messy affair with his Rutherford girlfriend?'

Nicoleta's eyes narrow, expression dubious and disgruntled. "Do not try to make jokes, Misha, you are not so funny." The sentiment is softened by a lax, conciliatory pat on his forearm. "You keep your job." She'd only come to London after hearing that Aviv was in hospital, but as far as she knows, he is so single he might as well be preparing to enter a convent. "Lara is not his type, все равно. He is not the way Tolya is."

She drums two fingers against her skull as if to say, 'fucked in the head'.

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