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Slash: Alec Trevelyan/Nikolai Luzhin

作品标题：《热情贝加尔湖皮革》

等级：NC17

警告与说明：没什么情节的纯粹PWP，互攻。设定他们互相认识，是情人关系。

1.浴室

伦敦十二月最后的一天，铅灰色的天空飘着雨夹雪，连空气都是刺骨锥心的冷。Nikolai从摩托车上下来，手指顶了一下冻到没知觉的鼻梁上的墨镜，低头走进他的公寓。开门时他谨慎地再三确认确定没有人跟踪自己，关门随手脱了沾满雨雪的黑色风衣，把皮手套摘下，抖落风衣上面的水珠。寒冷像黏在皮肤上挥之不去的刺青一样刺进皮肤里，在公寓没那么快起作用的暖气中他把全身湿哒哒的衣服一件一件脱掉，丢进盥洗室的洗衣篮，沉默的走进浴室。

莲蓬头的热水劈头盖脸地泼在Nikolai赤裸结实的肉体上，水流沿着小腹渗进已经结痂的伤口，让那道刀疤处的肌肤颜色比其他地方颜色更深一些，他冻到青白的皮肤终于染上一些红色，身上的刺青也不再像一个个死去的图案，水的热流让他重新活了过来。他抬头让热水浇淋他的脸，透明的水流从他下巴上浅浅的沟壑流到凸起的喉结。

浴室的门把手被轻轻拧开，Nikolai警觉地侧过脸，在浴室的一片雾气中不是入侵者的脸，只是那个金发的哥萨克人。Alec举起双臂，嘴角习惯性地微微上扬，淡到几乎是肉粉色的唇间露出一点点上牙，绿色的双眸深处藏着欲望，尽管他的脸毁了一半，但挑眉的表情让他看起来依旧邪恶又性感。

哥萨克人倚着门看了一会浴室中赤裸的强壮身体，他的胸背上的脂肪和肌肉健壮得恰到好处，不细，然而有非常板正适合战斗的腰，像他家乡最好的战士，Alec由衷地评价道：

“这是我今天能看到的最喜欢的风景。”

“……喜欢你看到的吗？还是你只喜欢看着？”Nikolai偏了一下头，黏滞的英语有改不掉的浓重俄国口音，前臂撑在冰凉的瓷砖上，皱眉眯起灰蓝色的眼睛回视哥萨克人，瞟了一眼他把黑色上衣扎在皮带中干练又苗条的腰，邀请他与自己共享一个有充足热水淋浴的浴室。

“当然不止那样。”Alec踏进浴室，从后面搂着Nikolai，前倾的胸口压着俄国人赤裸的背，嗅闻他耳后湿漉漉头发上残留的发胶气味，冰凉的手指抓摸他线条坚硬的脸，嘴唇压在Nikolai被热水温暖了的唇上，舌尖插进Nikolai嘴里触碰他的舌头，给他一个又用力又深长的亲吻，牙齿啃咬他上唇的伤疤，像一个烟瘾者吸二手烟一样吸他舌尖上残留的尼古丁，舌头��一把机枪扫荡着戏弄他的整个口腔，用力到分开的时候Nikolai的嘴唇都是红的，上面全是彼此的唾液。

“你亲起来有雨水的味道，外面好冷，脱了你的衣服，想点办法和我一起暖和起来。”Nikolai单手伸到后面，隔着衣物爱抚Alec的腰，呼吸里有雨水味和Alec身上的葆蝶家同名香水味，他不知道雨水和偏女式脂粉的香气混在一起闻起来可以这么暧昧。Nikolai让他贴得更紧，盲目地寻找Alec的拉链，不轻不重的揉搓他裤链处的凸起，也让他的勃起隔着湿了的西裤压在自己腿根处。

Alec只是笑了一下，并不急着脱衣服，他把热水开到最大，往手里挤了一泵沐浴露，在Nikolai全身漫无目的地擦拭，绵密的吻同时落在他裸体的每一寸，舔出一道道湿痕，像用泡沫清洗他，也更像用嘴清洗他。Alec紧紧把俄国人拥抱在怀里，埋在Nikolai的脖子处亲吻他的肩头，亲他脖子后面烫红的皮肤，吻他背部的肩胛骨，手摸到Nikolai胸口，挤压他的胸肌，拉扯他的乳头，攥着它们让热水冲它们，用泡沫清洁它，直到那里在热水下挺着硬得像两颗小石头一样。Nikolai的阴茎也很硬，笔直地竖起来贴在小腹上，和黑色的耻毛埋在一堆白色的泡沫里，饥渴到没有任何人触碰就冒着透明的前液。

“Alyosha，再做点什么……”Nikolai喉咙里泄出情欲味道的沙哑呻吟，抓紧了Alec滑到他腹部的小臂，引导他摸自己，也无意识的胡乱用腰和臀部拱Alec的西裤，把他拱得更硬。Alec的手伸进他下腹的泡沫里，在打湿的草丛中握住他硬热的坚挺，用大拇指根处的硬茧摩擦他冠顶的边缘，指甲顶进他前端深紫色的裂缝，他衣着完好的下身同时贴着他赤裸裸的下体，勃起隔着布料压着他，这让Nikolai从脊椎处过电一样发抖，半闭着眸靠在Alec的肩上。

“你要我做什么？”Alec贴着他的太阳穴用鼻尖蹭乱他鬓角的银丝，蜂蜜一样的嗓音，灼热的呼吸令俄国人头晕目眩，“把你彻底的洗干净…”他的手像在洗Nikolai的阴茎一样随心所欲地撸弄他，很满意它变得更沉更大的分量，俄国人隐私处的青筋激动地跳动着，也让Nikolai气息都抽紧了，“还是让你更加的肮脏？”全是泡沫的手指顺着Nikolai股间的裂缝滑进去，摩挲他紧缩的穴口，白沫顺着哥萨克人抽动的指节进入他的身体，很滑，Nikolai下意识对他张开腿，白沫随着手指的顶弄流出来，让事前的挑逗像事后的旖旎。

“也许都要，缺一不可……”Nikolai喘息着，他的嘴巴发干，他想回头，急需和Alec在劈头盖脸的热水里接一个又湿又热的吻。但Alec滑了下去，强硬地掰开他，用他同样擅长蛊惑的嘴舔吻他的穴口，伸出粉色的舌头从边缘到深处，一寸一寸，彻底的涮洗和爱抚，把又湿又热的吻留给了他另一张嘴，他吻他的时候他脸上的疤痕会擦蹭他敏感的腿侧，那很粗糙，但他往他身体里钻的舌头像新生的肌肤一样柔嫩，三重快感。Nikolai几乎没法靠双腿体面的站着，脑袋抵着瓷砖，一只手掰开臀瓣，让头顶的热水流进去，也让哥萨克人的舌头操得更深，一只手狼狈地拳握着阴茎，给自己打一个又快又急的手枪，从喉咙里发出断断续续夹杂着粗喘和气音的俄语诅咒。

“说啊，你还想要什么，Kolya?”Alec明知故问，像给手枪拉开保险栓一样屈指挖抠Nikolai内部硬起来的小块肿肉，MI6的前特工总像熟悉任何武器一样，能找到让炮弹顺利发射的绝佳窍门。

“Damn！给我你的枪…给我你的子弹…give me a good fuck，Alyosha…”他揪着他的领子动作粗鲁地把他拉起来，扯开他的裤扣和拉链，西装布料吸了太多的水，不那么好脱。Alec把Nikolai掼到墙上，锁在他怀抱形成的牢笼间狠狠的吻他，松开以后Nikolai转过去把背留给他，从十五岁到现在，无论他的生命经历任何一种境况，他的身体暂时地服务于哪一个组织或者国家，呆在哪一个全是杂种的监狱，被迫在他人面前不着一丝地亵渎哪一个女人，站在哪一群人面前说自己没有父母也没有家，他都像一个固执的树桩，嘴可以撒谎，但心却没有那么容易改变——他仅把自己的背这么毫无保留的给过一个人。

“开枪……”他伏在自己肩头低喘着用俄语说。Alec把自己的裤子草草拉下来，让又湿又重的布料卡在自己大腿上，掐住他的腰深深顶进去，破开那些被沐浴液弄得湿滑紧热的道路，埋在他的肩窝里干他。Nikolai一下收紧了自己，用身体包裹这只灼热的手枪，在炮击一样的持续撞击里咬着自己手背上的刺青承受。

“我弄疼你了吗？Kolya。”Alec讨好地揉搓Nikolai的阴茎，小心不要因为太强的撞击弄裂他腹部缝过针的伤疤，他把他包围得好紧，像一张上好的黑色皮革裹着他，此时此地，温暖，安全，像把自己全然浸泡在冬天的贝加尔湖火热的湖心。他掐握住Nikolai的臀部，边顶弄着边舔吻他肩膀上蜘蛛网状的纹身，闻他脖子上的汗水和麝香味，但觉得自己才是那只网中心的蜘蛛，心甘情愿的呆在他身体组成的蛛网里，他吻他背部的每一座尖顶教堂，操的动作近乎专注而虔诚，又或者Nikolai的身体是那些教堂里的圣像，那些皮肤上的图案是神失去法力的肉身降临在人间所必经的屈辱、艰辛与磨难，一本湿漉漉，冒着热气和汗水的活着的经文。Alec不敢有一丝怠慢，深埋到不舍得抽出来，深深的撞他体内会发出声响的钟楼，把他当做信仰一样投入地膜拜他。空气里又湿又闷热，Nikolai牙齿咬他的手背，身体放纵地迎合他，要Alec操得更深更重一些，Nikolai开始不再抑制的呻吟在肉体的拍打声中越来越没有节制和节奏，身体抽缩得越来越紧绷，紫红色的阴茎在数不清的抽插里硬得石化，龟头从Alec包着Nikolai的手的缝隙中不可克制地喷射出精液，一直很谨慎理智的男人在和他的性爱里被干得丢掉了长久的伪装，这不是考试式的性爱，不是身份或立场的考验，也不代表可以用荡妇或妓女这样侮辱他人格的词去形容他，只是他对他有绝对的坦然，他只让他把他们操得一团糟。

“把你的子弹打进我体内……”Nikolai浑身颤抖着低声央求，过强的高潮让他一股接一股的射出来，他闭上眼睛任由喷射的精液被热水冲稀了打着转漩进地漏里，Alec用火焰一般灼热的吻堵住他的嘴，子弹卡在Nikolai的弹道上，精液毫无阻拦地冲出弹匣，全部倾泻在他身体深处。

2.伤疤与纹身

Nikolai觉得痒。

他睡得很深，在一个属于过去的长长梦里，没有梦到西伯利亚的监狱，没有梦到十几次单独囚禁中的任何一次，没有梦到杀人，或像个黑帮一样熟练地处理尸体，没有梦��各种任务，卧底失败的残酷追杀，以及死。他的身体还年轻，年轻到还没有纹上任何一个纹身，在前苏联俄罗斯边境某个很穷的小村子里生活，没有见过西方世界传闻中的腐化堕落，那时候往西方阵营的国家偷渡还属于很严重的罪，他也从来没有想过长大以后几经辗转到英国，和黑帮扯上拖不干净的关系，而他爸爸为政府工作。

Nikolai有一只不知道从哪里跑来的野生狐狸，也不能说属于他，但在他很小的时候，没有经历过更多变故和世事沧桑的年纪，确实因为曾经获得一只野生狐狸的信任而高兴。

那狐狸的脸很奇怪，下巴尖尖的，橘的和黑的毛分布在同一张脸的两半，让它看起来像两只不同颜色的狐狸强行缝合到一起的一样，一双狡诈的金绿色眼睛，盯着人的表情总像在不怀好意的嘲笑，或者在打坏主意，它像古老的东欧民间传说里不吉利的生物，一个奇异的小怪物。那动物实在因为长得太难看，以至难找得到容忍它的人，Nikolai在村子后面的树林里有时候能看到它猎小型动物，鸟，老鼠，兔子什么的。有时候它会偷村里的主妇厨房里的肉，被膀大腰圆的俄罗斯村妇拿着擀面杖到处撵，村里的酒鬼在晚上看到它冲它扔酒瓶子，老人看到它冲它诅咒和吐口水。

这里是这只动物的故乡，但它的故乡却并不欢迎它。

有一次，那个奇怪的狐狸出现在他家院子里，偷他们挂在架子上的熏肠，它的腿有血，大概被什么东西夹到了，见到Nikolai一瘸一拐的想跑，以为他要打它，Nikolai没有揍它，偷偷把熏肠切了一根远远的丢给它，但狐狸并不靠近，甚至消失在视线范围内。等了很久，Nikolai以为这只狐狸放弃了它的熏肠，直到下午那根熏肠才不见了，不知道是不是别的野猫野狗叼走了。一个月后他的后院门口里多了只松鼠尸体，因为差点一脚踩到一只死动物，把他妈妈吓得大叫。Nikolai看到那只怪狐狸在很远的小坡上看他，好像要告诉它这是它还给它的人情，这以后Nikolai会给它一些吃的，一开始狐狸很戒备，从不让他靠得太近，逐渐的，狐狸允许他伸手摸它的皮毛，像抱一只狗一样把它抱在怀里，对于Nikolai而言，他知道他不该轻易多次喂一只野生动物，让它对那些人类产生非自然进化的期待，但和一只从不被接纳的野生动物建立情感联系信任感的感觉从未那么好。狐狸毛茸茸的大尾巴圈着他的手，会在Nikolai摸它的时候用舌头舔他的脸，它看起来依然像一只不漂亮的反派狐狸，但它的舌头真的很可爱………它舔自己的时候，让尼科莱觉得很痒，狐狸尖尖的怪脸变成Alec的脸，Alec的体重沉沉的压在他身上，在他嘴唇上用舌尖游走，舔他唇峰的伤疤，漫长的索吻。

“Alyosha……你在干什么？”Nikolai带着惺忪的睡意嘟囔，他意识到自己光着身子，但Alce和他同床共枕或者和他做爱的时候总喜欢穿着衣服。

除非是关灯了靠天光，他见到他裸体的次数总是屈指可数。这么男子气概的一个人，走路从来都是像个职业军人一样高傲地板直腰，即便现在毁了半张脸，他依然看起来惊人的英俊，MI6曾经的训练让他无论穿西服还是穿着修身衬衣的时候，举手投足都风度翩翩，他那双冰冷的绿眼中混合一丝不羁的野性，半个伦敦的女人都为他沉迷，但即便是私下里，他也很少直接在他面前脱衣服。Nikolai把手探进Alec的丝绸睡衣里，摸他的脖子和背。

“品尝你……你尝起来……”Alec享受他的抚摸，停顿了一下，“像个草莓。”

“bullshit，”Nikolai眼睛附近皱起细碎的笑纹，“我全身没有一个地方尝起来会像草莓……”他刚醒，嘴巴里的味道尝起来不会太好。

“Nah，你有。”Alec用拇指和食指微微抬起他的下巴，指腹轻轻压着他下巴上的小窝，他舔Nikolai下巴上的酒窝，嘴唇轻轻吸它，好像那里盛满了草莓酿的酒。“让我找找，你的草莓藏在哪……”

Nikolai在Alec唇齿绵延的攻击下轻轻喘气，Alec用亲吻在他脖子上盖章，从脖子开始，用嘴唇一个一个探寻他全身的纹身，金色的碎发弄得Nikolai很痒。

故意忽略所有更敏感的器官，他亲他的锁骨，肩膀上的两颗星星，亲他的腋窝上的毛发，亲吻他右前臂上黑乌鸦纹身的眼睛，哥萨克人晨勃的阴茎在亲吻他时会隔着丝绸布料提醒Nikolai它的存在。

“Kolya，告诉我这些纹身的故事…”

Nikolai一生真假参半的故事都纹在这些黑色的图案里，这是黑帮成员们永远不会有机会进入任何一个历史博物馆的传奇史书，但这些文书书写在人的皮肤上，就像人们不会喜欢Nikolai露齿的冷笑，人们也不会喜欢这些让人不安的纹身，而这些纹身让每一个可以读懂的俄罗斯帮派成员敬畏他的冷血与残酷。Alec要Nikolai解释他嘴唇所到每一个图案的意义。

“死亡还未拥有我。”

“但是我拥有你，对吗？”Alec笑了，压着Nikolai的大腿和他蹭了一下，嘴角勾起的笑带着一点点势在必得的得意。

“是的，你拥有我。”Nikolai眨了下眼睛，情不自禁回答。

“继续告诉我，我要知道你更多的故事……”他舔他右前臂上蛇纹身的鳞片，偏着脑袋看Nikolai，用牙齿含那把匕首的图案。

Nikolai的下腹都随之抽紧，阴茎随之弹跳一下，变得很硬，好像Alec的舌头才是那条在刀锋上挑衅的毒蛇，紧紧缠着他下腹肉做的匕首。

“我们奋斗而活…”他的呼吸都变得粗急，俄语染上鼻音。

Alec转而亲他胸口中央的十字架，用舌尖去读他胸口下面的一行文字，吸上面每一个俄文字母，继续询问Nikolai那些纹身和文字都是什么意思。

“让我生活的一切都是一场梦吧。”Nikolai喘息着艰难回答，腰部微微抬离床垫一寸。

他的美梦近在眼前，就在和Alec呆着的这一小块床垫上。

比起往日诸多的噩梦，他更希望现下当前是一场永不醒来的天堂美梦。

Alec的唇落到他右边腹部拿着镰刀的死神上，Nikolai第一次抬手制止他，对着Alec不解的眼神，Nikolai自嘲地解释。

“这代表…我是个凶手。”

一个一半在光亮中，一半在阴影里的犹大。

在他内心深处，他恐惧的是阴影里凶手的那一面逐渐完全取代他。

“你是个圣人……”Alec像想到了什么，修长的手指叉进Nikolai的手指里，合握住他的手紧扣在床单上，转而亲吻他左边腹部上双手合十的圣母像，认真的说，Nikolai比他认识的许多人要更好，另一个真正的犹大轮流着亲吻他肚子上并列的画像，却没有任何嘲笑的成分。

他握住Nikolai的阴茎把它含进嘴里，初初只是尝试性地舔他的顶端，然后全部吞进喉咙里吮吸他，Nikolai的腰从床单里弹起来往上顶，脚趾卷曲，手指插进Alec的头发里把他按得更深。Alec含住他硬热的��丸，在上面留下两排清晰的齿痕，像两个小小的月牙，他用指头摸这些牙印，把自己半撑起来，压住Nikolai交叉的手腕笼罩在他身上。欣赏身下的Nikolai，他美如一张摊开的地图，躺在他身下，头发凌乱，身上冒着汗珠，肌肉随着每一次呼吸颤抖，竖起来的阴茎上是他的唾液，所有的纹身上都有他的吻痕，那些吻痕串成解密的线路，引导Alec彻底的驻扎在他心底。

“Kolya，我喜欢你的纹身，总有一天，我希望…我能和你分享一切…”他摸他毛茸茸睾丸上的齿印，“而这里，能有我亲手纹上的“我的月亮”。”

Nikolai几乎要为他这句露骨的暗示和隐晦的告白而呻吟，他把Alec��进怀里，不顾他嘴里有自己阴茎的味道重重的吻他，和他亲吻到像两块融在一起的糖块一样。

“Alyosha…我想操你……”Nikolai爱抚Alec被自己吻肿的嘴唇，眼睛里有藏不住的汹涌情潮，至深的男性欲望。

“这当然好，”Alec握住他的拳头，吻教皇的手一样去亲吻指背上的字母，啄吻他的指尖，把Nikolai的手指一根根含湿，将那些手指带到自己睡衣的腿根下，尽量放松了一点点含进去。“我喜欢你操我……Fuck me please，kolya……”

Nikolai下意识的伸手去脱Alce的丝绸睡衣，但是Alce阻止了他。

“相信我，脱掉了衣服，你会觉得很扫兴……”他苦笑着跨坐到Nikolai身上，抬腰撩起来一点睡衣的下摆，闷哼着缓缓坐下将他的阴茎吃进体内。

“啊…”Alec因为Nikolai这个角度的顶入插到了令他舒适的地方，抬起下巴发出一声声线挑高的短叫，他低头压着Nikolai肩膀喘气，但很快适应过来，像找掌控权一样开始轻轻摆腰摇晃自己，拉Nikolai的手去抚摸自己好的那半张脸。“除了脸，我身上其他地方你不会那么想看……”

Alec曾经的诸多床伴夸赞他的身体，说他摸起来就像丝绸一样光滑，因为那该死的六分钟爆炸被改成了三分钟，他身上的烧伤很严重，现在彻底的失去了这个本钱。他故意用还完好的侧脸对着身下的情人，好让自己显得不那么难看。

“求你了…”Nikolai扭过Alce的脸，亲吻他脸上的伤疤，穿进丝绸睡衣抚摸他身上早就愈合的狰狞伤口。他把自己微微抽出来再继续顶进去，舌尖插进Alec有疤痕那边脸的耳孔，吻他睡衣领口露出来的一点疤痕，同时下半身又温柔，又强势的，用力撞他体内的敏感点。

“Kolya…不……”他在他身上被顶到张着嘴除了喘气发不出声音，但依然做最后的抗拒。

Nikolai抽掉Alec睡衣的腰带，薄薄的织物滑到他手肘上，他大张着肌肉紧实的腿，跨坐在Nikolai身上，全身一丝不挂，Alec看起来像用两个身体拼在一起的一样糟糕，像他那个美好的梦里两个颜色的野狐狸，从脖子到小腿，布满了烧伤，糟糕的那一大半上面能看出做了多次植皮手术的痕迹，却依旧疤痕累累，留下了永久性的伤疤。人工强行缝合的Janus，两个阵营对抗下铸就的双面神。

“Kolya…别看……”太丑陋了，自从爆炸过后，他就很少看全身镜中赤裸的自己。

他异常的恐惧，在他发现他的丑陋之后，转身就把他抛弃。

就像那些英国人，像那些俄国人，像MI6，像某个曾经和他共享一切的人，通通都不要他。

但Nikolai看他眼神没有施舍的怜悯或者嫌弃，“My golden man…Alyosha…”相反，他低声呢喃着抱紧他，怜爱的舔吻他过去的疤痕，更执坳的把自己全根送进他身体里。

他有过许许多多的名字，真的，假的，各种各样的任务代号：Alec Trevelyan，006特工，Janus……但只会有一个人会叫他本来的名字，叫他Alyosha。

Alec在他怀里被操到发抖，抱着Nikolai的脖子，酸软的腰慵懒地起落，被顶到双腿颤抖地交缠在Nikolai腰上，被顶到阴茎和他体内的一样硬。他们汗水淋漓的身体像连体婴一样贴在一起，额头贴着额头，鼻尖贴着鼻尖，Alec体温那么高，让Nikolai错觉他快要烧起来了，Nikolai闻得到热情的火焰的味道，汗的味道，燃烧起来的味道，精液的味道，在Alec高潮的低喊里，他咬着牙埋在他内部射精，Alec星星点点熔浆一样的精液溅到他身上，他觉得他身上的纹身都热到开始融化，晕开的黑色墨水和Alce皮肤上的伤疤融为一体。

“我很高兴我们还在一起。”Alce和他面对面躺在一起，突然说。

Nikolai握着他的手，吻他掌心。

“я тебя люблю(我爱你)，Alyosha，我将与你同行，一直。”

Alice 笑了，把额头碰到Nikolai的额头上，

“СНовымгодом！(新年快乐)Kolya。”

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#Alec Trevelyan #Nikolai Luzhin #sean bean #viggo mortensen #vigbean

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rknchan · 1 year

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c&p + demons sketchdump

(finally i like the way how i draw razumikhin and verkhovensky’s designs)

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anotherfandomtrash · 2 years

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It’s dumb compilation of rus literature...stuff...because the only way what I can receive information is through dumb humor... :)

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dearestnevermore · 9 months

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Happy 29th birthday, Meg!

All our ships (minus findaryen) featuring Anathema's Untouchable Part. 1. We've been on board for so long, captain! Love you with all my heart, my dearest. ♥

#[ eddie munson ]#[ jean kirstein ]#[ coën of poviss ]#[ arthur nevermore ]#[ francesca findabair ]#[ historia reiss ]#[ nikolai luzhin ]#[ barty crouch ]#[ ben solo ]#[ rhys winterborne ]#re; eren y.#re; jeyne s.#re; alice k.#re; jamie k.#re; petra r.#re; meg c.#re; anathema v.#re; iden v.

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hellsdaydreamwastaken · 11 months

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Viggo Mortenson as Nikolai Luzhin in Eastern Promises (2007, dir. David Cronenberg)

Dialogue written by Steven Knight

#david cronenberg #viggo mortensen #eastern promises #steven knight

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riotgrrrlhole · 2 years

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The category is : Organized crime boyfriends

Nacho Varga and Lalo Salamanca from Better Call Saul

Tommy Shelby and Alfie Solomons from Peaky Blinders

Tom Hagen and Sonny Corleone from The Godfather

Chikara Dōmeki and Yashiro from Twittering birds never fly

Rock Sifredi and Francois Capella from Borsalino

Kirill Semionovich and Nikolai Luzhin from Eastern Promises

#there is probably more but I just remembered this ones #better call saul #peaky blinders #the godfather #twittering birds never fly #borsalino #eastern promises

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⸻ mads mikkelsen, 58, cis male, he/him ; ] welcome to the bastion, KRISTIAN ADAMSEN. we’ve had a problem with our system, please help me readjust your files. it says here you are FOURTY EIGHT and have been around london for FIVE YEARS, correct? yes, i’ve read an article about you - they said you can be PATIENT and CYNICAL, is that true? no matter, i’m sure your position as a ASSASSIN (LEFT SIDE ASSOCIATE) will conceal all of that. all done now. i hope to be seeing more of your SELF-OBSCURING PATINA OF BROKEN MACHINES CRUSTED INTO COMPLICATED HUSKS, THE DIFFICULTY OF SAYING-DECLARING ‘I’, KNEES HUMBLED BY THE BOLES AND THE RHIZOMATIC SEAMS OF EVERYTHING EVER KNOWN in the future. enjoy your stay, and remember the rules.

TW: brief mentions and descriptions of suicidality, depersonalization, PTSD.

OVERVIEW

— BASICS

BIRTH NAME: Kristian Adamsen

ALIASES: History of multiple aliases/identities over the years

NICKNAMES: peepaw (kidding, n/a for now)

GENDER: Cis male (he/him)

SEXUALITY: heterosexual

AGE / D.O.B: fourty eight / November 22nd

NATIONALITY: Danish

HOMETOWN: Østerbro, Copenhagen, Denmark

OCCUPATION / AFFILIATION: Assassin / Left Side

INSPIRATIONS: Jef Costello (Le Samourai), Nikolai Luzhin (Eastern Promises), William Tell (The Card Counter), Alejandro Gillick (Sicario), Murakawa (Sonatine), Kishibe (Chainsaw Man), Neil McCauley (Heat)

— INTERPERSONAL

STATUS: Single. Never married, was briefly engaged in his early thirties, a fleeting moment in his life he describes as 'not sad, just necessary'. Any current long-standing intimate relationships are usually mutually transactional in nature.

FAMILY: Herman Adamsen (father, deceased), Birgitte Adamsen (mother, alive, estranged), Henrik Adamsen (older brother, deceased), Natasja Adamsen (younger sister, alive, estranged)

LANGUAGES: English, Danish, Russian, German, conversational French

— MISC

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APPEARANCE

FEATURES: The weathered touch of the years sands the edges of his face; chiseling the structure, drawing up the zygomatic crests of his cheekbones to prominent arcs. The length of his hair's a little past his nape, greying mostly at the bangs and temples, gradually diluting once dark brown strands into a mousy-silver-blonde tinge; usually swept back, neatly coiffed without particular – though passably neat – effort. Typically sports a light stubble. A wide and firmly shaped mouth, bow-like, stern and unsmiling, drawn into a taut, neutral line. Hooded, deep-set, heavily lidded as to seem almost languidly indifferent, dark hazel eyes. Bears an inscrutable, watchful gaze, polished by a certain knowingness, tempered by an apathy towards some unspoken and foregone conclusion, and darkened by a perennial weariness.

BODY: Six foot tall, and fit. Broad chest and shoulders. Emanates a sense of disciplined, purposeful strength, not muscularity for the sake of aesthetics. Much of the emphasis of musculature is in the arms, shoulders, and back. Large calloused hands and thick, deft fingers.

SCARS: Many, mostly speckled on the torso and arms. Some old scars overlap older ones like a scattered and disconnected latticework patterning past pains. The most prominent is a long, jaggedly slanted, hypertrophic scarring from a knife just above where his left kidney would be.

CLOTHES: Comfortable, utilitarian and impersonal. An ensemble of black and greys, sometimes a combination of dull, earthy, cool tones. Nondescript, adequately well dressed at a glance. Plain, never bearing brand logos or insignias, the clothes bear a neat, yet well-worn severity. Courtesy of tailors at The Bastion's atelier, they're constructed with a practical craftsmanship instructed by sensible taste, and an eye for silhouettes taking his considerations for functionality without being garishly uptight or showy. He dresses with the sartorial habit of a man that defines his own uniform, bearing authority only to himself and no one else. Never accessorizes, with the exception of a vintage steel Chopard watch.

DEMEANOR: An air of disciplined dispassion, sustained by the undercurrent of a calmly reasoned belligerence – sometimes teething on leashed contempt – that might’ve hinted towards the disposition of a man who was much angrier in the past. Or perhaps still is. Impassively imposing, alert posture, sharply aware of himself and his surroundings. Restrained and unflinching; someone who moves with a poise honed from years of deliberate self-instruction, ready to bear down on someone or something.

SCENT: Perpetual redolence of cigarettes, hints of alcohol, and the cool, clean astringent whiffs of aftershave. Sometimes wears a cologne; the notes a blend of warm, and dry, pleasantly unintrusive aroma of musk, leather, cardamom, vetiver, and cedarwood.

VOICE: Faint, indiscernibly Northern European accent– indistinct enough for an untrained ear to place him anywhere. Low, husky, rasped from a lifetime's habit of chain-smoking. Never brashly grating or harshly gruff, more like an occasional half-bark. Grounded by a gravelly tone underfoot words spoken in a measured cadence, and perhaps…exhaustion.

PERSONALITY

— BASICS

MBTI: INTJ-A (The Architect)

ZODIAC: Scorpio

ALIGNMENT: Neutral Evil

TEMPERAMENT: Choleric-Melancholic

HABITS: A chain-smoker, and an inveterate alcoholic with an impressive tolerance that might, perhaps, inspire concerns for his renal health. An occasional, intentional sybaritic when the truth of his habits as little else but purposeless spasms of an atrophied desire can't be ignored. Otherwise he tends (prefers, with dignity, he'd like to think) to quietly mope in excess.

TRAITS: Patient, calculating, practical, introspective, reticent, observant, perceptive, thoughtful, resourceful, stubborn, cynical, world-weary, secretly sentimental. Somewhat solemn and capable of sincerity often presented wordlessly or…incomprehensibly. Inwardly unpredictable, operating within a hermetic logic and moral code that manifests as seemingly impulsive behavior to an onlooker; individualistic in tendencies. Self-effacing and wry, slightly (and charmingly) self-deprecating humor. Never too serious of himself to either affirm or deny outward impressions; a calmly assured "I know who I am and what I am" mellow attitude. Resigned, not necessarily a belly upward defeatist, though is inevitably inclined towards a sense of private nihilism. Surprisingly considerate – maybe even kind – when he wants to be.

— PSYCHOLOGY

Deeply compartmentalized, and subconsciously aware of it at a peripheral level. It's more reflexive rather than calculating (though it can be). A contingent pattern of thinking-reactions that intuitively sublimates underlying neuroticism and paranoia, which does manifest in instances of ritualized behavior (ie: repetitive checking). Has conditioned himself for so long that he's become hermetic even to himself.

Apathy and detachment describes his neutral state, which generally tends towards a degree of depressiveness and asociality. Mechanistically functional, and not necessarily or inherently antisocial traits. Outside of his tasks for the Left Side, he's not primarily reasoned or motivated by these attributes.

Experiences depersonalization-derealization symptoms, which are (relatively) manageable, and occurs in intermittent spells. Often has bouts of hyperarousal spurred by undiagnosed PTSD, filtered through a habit of (hyper)vigilance.

Is passively suicidal, which makes him prone to undertaking risky assignments. Ideations are usually vague, noncommittal– a slow and perpetual downward hurtling.

ABILITIES

A trained marksman who (mostly) avoids excessive violence; favored for targets whom their killing is to send a concise message: you're neither tolerated or indispensable. Targets who don't inspire revenge, or the imagination for spectacular ends like a firey car bomb or even the low light of grisly dismemberment. Neither is he intended for those who don't aspire to unknowingly collude in their future cover up accidents; instead they're simply on an constantly expiring itinerary. His delivery, of course, is always acutely efficient.

Ambidextrous; an inborn trait. No preference for either hand – competent with both for any task – mostly uses his right out of habit.

Trained in close quarters combat, his martial arts style is a culminative blend from his military days in the Jægerkorpset (Jaeger Corps). When fighting, he primarily implements Brazilian jiu-jitsu and boxing techniques (he's somewhere between an out-boxer and a switch-hitter). Altogether a heavy hitter, his approach is designed to quickly incapacitate an opponent.

Though he avoids superfluous violence as a general principal, he's fully capable of brutality. It's characterized by an impersonal, and deliberately informed cruelty of someone who knows exactly who, where, and how to hurt. Ruthlessly methodized. A detachment from 'why' sterilizes this particular facet of his violence from showy, vicious maiming to a clarified, clinical competence.

— WEAPONS

Doesn't have a preferred or 'signature' weapon, only an array of methods. For self-defense, he carries a Gen5 Glock G29 9mm pistol in a shoulder/chest holster, and a small, curved, folding knife carefully tucked away into his jacket.

Employs a rotating ensemble of long-range sniper rifles for his assignments, as he's rarely in direct or close contact, so he prefers them. Selections may vary based on the targets, but otherwise they're chosen with preventative evasion sensibly in mind. Nothing too shiny or recent; they're easier to be traced and singled out, so he'll pick something already ubiquitously circulating in the black market. Keeps nothing. Unsentimentally conscientious to the task.

BACKGROUND

— TEMPORARY SUMMARY

Born yoked into a legacy of politicians and diplomats of some thing or other, in a family reared to be well-blooded as to be unassumingly unquestioned to the rest. Raised under the discerningly cautious, proud eyes of people who are also the surreptitious architects of the world. Those that legitimize the illegitimate. The so called king makers. Acquiescent to the aspirations of his last name, he joins the military shortly after university, and clawed his way into the Jaeger Corps. Was involved in a number of international joint operations before retiring from the Corps sometime in his thirties. It was a brief respite, as he was later recruited as a mercenary under a private American-British security company comfortably flush with government contracts. At fourty-two, he was well past the cut off of what a 'clean break' from that world could be, and more or less gnarled his way to London, to eventually be wrestled into the Left Side.

WANTED PLOTS / CONNECTIONS

To be updated and elaborated on later (along with his background) but for now!:

Acquaintances...friends...tenuous alliances of any variety. Easy to get along with (or at least he's capable of tolerating a lot) despite being tightly wound up inside. Isn't uptight about alliances or loyalties (with some healthy caution exercised ofc).

For some ideas, if your muse was in the military, depending on their age, he may have met/knew them through joint operations. As for law enforcement muses - particularly intelligence agents - may be aware of who he is.

A general note on impressions of his reputation: he's a lowkey kinda guy, and most people wouldn't know anything (aside from assuming he's just another talented grunt) unless they specifically know what to look for.

I still need to deeply think about his whole deal with romance/love/intimacy etc. For now I'll put a tentative 'hmmm idk' for anything definitive like exes etc, so I'd rather sidestep those for now. But! If you think you've got an idea or want to explore something within this area (romance/intimacy in general), feel free to lmk.

UMM...surrogate child(ren) looking for a (reluctant) father figure????

anything and everything you can think of! or see here.

#talesfmintro #/ gave up on whipping up decent bio graphics. sue me. redoing it later!#/ mun info here until i properly set up my pinned: blot / 25+ / GMT+ / refer to me w/any pronouns!#KRISTIAN A. / ALL.

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A Fresh Perspective on the Mafia Genre: A Review of "Eastern Promises"

David Cronenberg’s “Eastern Promises” (2007) marks a riveting departure from the traditional mafia narrative, offering a deep dive into the murky waters of London’s Russian mafia with an intensity that only Cronenberg could deliver. Starring Viggo Mortensen as Nikolai Luzhin, a character of enigmatic loyalties and hidden depths, the film explores themes of identity, loyalty, and redemption…

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round one of heterosexual infighting

matchups below, we don't need a cut:

gerald croft (an inspector calls) vs marius pontmercy (les miserables)

raoul de chagny (the phantom of the opera) vs roger chillingworth (the scarlet letter)

nikolai stavrogin (demons) vs claudio (much ado about nothing)

polonius (hamlet) vs luzhin (crime and punishment)

jay gatsby (the great gatsby) vs gene forrester (a separate peace)

romeo montague (romeo and juliet) vs konstantin levin (anna karenina)

anatole kuragin (war and peace) vs tom buchanan (the great gatsby)

proteus (the two gentlement of verona) vs winston smith (1984)

[and here is propaganda!]

#ok so as a year 10 i legally feel obligated to put an inspector calls on every bracket i can #i do not wish to do this #this is the whole reason why gerald made it onto the og bracket in the first place. he's too straight. ruler ass #also i like it when he loses #just remembered gene's last name dw abt that #suspiciously straight classic lit bracket #round 1

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living-dead-girl7 · 7 months

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im working on a couple of bo pieces rn and I am obsessed with eastern promises at the moment so there will defiantly be some Nikolai pieces soon...

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax #eastern promises #Nikolai eastern promises #nikolai luzhin

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"EASTERN PROMISES" (2007) Review

"EASTERN PROMISES" (2007) Review Many years ago, I had seen for the first time, the crime thriller directed by David Cronenberg called,”A HISTORY OF VIOLENCE”. Viggo Mortensen had starred in the movie, portraying a happily married café owner, whose Good Samaritan actions against two thugs led to his disclosure as a former mob enforcer. Both Cronenberg and Mortensen reunited two years later to collaborate on another crime thriller called, "EASTERN PROMISES".

Based upon a screenplay written by Steve Knight, ”EASTERN PROMISES” began with a gangland murder and the death of a 14 year-old Russian-born prostitute after giving birth to an infant girl. The two incidents would resonate over the lives of a London hospital midwife of Russian descent named Anna Khitrova (Naomi Watts), a Russian mob boss and restaurant owner named Semyon (Armin Mueller-Stahl), his wastrel son Krill (Vincent Cassel), and the mob boss’ enigmatic chauffeur, Nikolai Luzhin (Mortensen). The plot is a little too complex for me to explain in this review. Needless to say that it centered around the mob boss’ attempt to recover the dead prostitute’s diary, which found itself in the hands of the hospital midwife. I would suggest that one find a way to see the movie. It will not disappoint. I know I found it very interesting. Yes, it has violence, but not as much that was found in ”A HISTORY OF VIOLENCE”. But the amount of blood shown in the film – especially in the gangland slaying and the prostitute’s death – seemed to like a metaphor of the story’s theme . . . and the connection between the major characters. On the surface, ”EASTERN PROMISES” seemed like a typical crime thriller centered around a Russian crime family in London. But the plot – like three of the major characters – turned out to be something quite different than what appears to be on the surface. What seemed like a gang war, turned out to be a lurid family secret that brings down the Russian mobster. As I had earlier pointed out, this theme is also apparent in three of the four major characters: *Krill – who seemed like a crude and murderous monster on the surface, who proves to be more benign *Semyon – a talented cook and mob boss, whose grandfatherly demeanor hides a darker and more ruthless personality *Nikolai – the enigmatic chauffeur, whose practical and cynical nature makes him unsuited to merely be the family’s driver. As in the case of Semyon and Krill, he turns out to be someone very different. And it is through the eyes of the London midwife, Anna that the audience becomes acquainted with the exotic (at least for American and British eyes) world of Russian émigrés mingled with the violence and degeneracy of the Vory v Zakone (Russian Mafia). Thanks to Cronenberg’s direction, the world of the Vory v Zakone seemed so exotic and something never seen before. In fact, it seemed so insular that the usual British atmosphere of London almost seemed miles away, despite the presence of Scotland Yard. One sequence that came to mind is the hand-to-hand fight between Nikolai and two Chechen assassins seeking revenge for the gangland murder featured in the movie’s opening scene. The sight of a nude Mortensen viciously defending his life against two burly assassins inside a London bathhouse is one that I will never forget. And I suspect that it will become an unforgettable scene in the minds of moviegoers for years to come. I was also impressed by the performances in the movie. Despite having the least interesting character, Watts managed – with her usual competency – to infuse pathos and spirit into the London midwife. And Mueller-Stahl did an excellent job of portraying a brutal and ruthless man who manages to hide these traits under a veneer of warmth and civility. But I feel that Cassel deserves an Oscar nod for his portrayal of the pathetic Krill, who tries to hide his weaknesses (or what he conceives as weakness) with a crude and extroverted persona. Finally, there is Viggo Mortensen, whose portrayal of the enigmatic Nikolai might finally allow the critics to truly appreciate his skills as an actor. Instead of using words or openly expressed emotions, Mortensen manages to reveal his character to the audience through subtle words (in a Russian accent that surprisingly works), body language, costume and especially in his eyes. What makes Mortensen so remarkable as a film actor is that he has no need for big speeches (which he had attempted in ”LORD OF THE RINGS: RETURN OF THE KING”) or outbursts of emotions to convey to express his characters’ personalities. This certainly seemed true in the scene in which Nikolai has sex with one of the prostitutes, in the whorehouse owned by Krill’s father. Nikolai does not simply have sex with the woman. He IS FORCED to do so . . . on the orders of Krill, who wants Nikolai to prove that he is not a homosexual. The audience was well aware that the prostitute felt violated and exploited. But Mortensen managed to convey through his eyes, Nikolai's feelings of violation, exploitation . . . and disgust at Krill’s desire to watch him have sex with the prostitute. Good performances by Mortensen, Cassel and the actress who portrayed the prostitute. What else can I say about "EASTERN PROMISES"? I do not regard it as one of the best movies from 2007. But I feel that it is a fascinating and emotionally complex story that seems different from the usual crime thriller. Unlike "A HISTORY OF VIOLENCE", it is not capped by a violence sequence that gives us the last word on the protagonist’s fate. Yet, all the same, I found it very tense and emotional.

#eastern promises #eastern promises 2007 #david cronenberg #viggo mortensen #naomi watts #vincent cassel #armin mueller-stahl #donald sumpter #jerzy skolimowski #raza jaffrey #sinead cusack #tatiana maslany #crime drama

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shoutout to andrei semyonovich lebezyatnikov being one of the most underappreciated ruslit characters like... almost no one ever talks about him, neither critics or literature teachers (in our school tho we did discuss lebezyatnikov as "another counterpart of raskolnikov along with luzhin and svidrigailov" but as far as i know he's seldom mentioned and even considered as raskolnikov's counterpart). but he does play a part in the plot??? and is a reflection of social movements and ideas of his time???? to begin with, there was a common trope in russian literature: a character who tries to be "progressive and woke" but is actually not, who is shown as foolish, fake and inconsistent in their beliefs, who criticizes the "rotten society" but actually is a part of it; is often a parody of the protagonist - who is indeed progressive and smart and revolutionary and misunderstood and so on (bonus points if they admire the protagonist and try to copy him) we can see this trope in griboyedov's play "woe from wit" (repetilov - a parody on chatsky), turgenev's novel "fathers and sons" (sitnikov and kukshina - wannabe nihilists as opposed to bazarov though kukshina is a literal queen she slays), and dostoyevsky's later works - "the idiot" (hippolite terentyev's gang) and "demons" (verkhovensky's circle); maybe grushnitsky from "a hero of our time" can be counted too, he fits all the traits but he's obsessed with byronism not politics and is treated more seriously

when we first see lebezyatnikov in p5c1, it's exactly how he is presented like: silly and pathetic, with unattractive features, described with usage of very strong and borderline offensive language (how do you like "half-animate abortion"?), dramatic and self-righteous to the point he looks ridiculous... his surname comes from russian word "лебезить" [lebezit] - "to fawn on somebody" sometimes he has a point but some his takes are harmful (beating a woman with tuberculosis because "he seeks equality in fighting !!!" defending prostitution and saying it is empowerment and protest !!! while not knowing how sonya is suffering); even though he has sincere good intentions his ideology, like that of many 1860s-70s russian nihilists, is based on the ideas of nikolai chernyshevsky and his novel "what is to be done" (and other utopian socialists) but inverted and satirized the part where he defends freedom in marriage and "deceptions" ("Your wife will only prove how she respects you by considering you incapable of opposing her happiness and avenging yourself on her for her new husband...if I were to marry, ...I should present my wife with a lover if she had not found one for herself.") is a reference to "what is to be done" and chernyshevsky's own personal life - in witbd the main heroine tells her husband that she is in love with another man, and her husband pretends to commit suicide so that she would be formally a widow and able to marry her lover the "it’s an insult to a woman for a man to kiss her hand" line is also a direct reference to witbd (sorry for the spoilers btw witbd is quite an underaprecciated book if i ever reread it i ought to make a post about it) - chernyshevsky himself had a complicated relationship with his wife; he worshipped her, always put her interests above himself and let her make all the decisions in their family life, while she saw him only as a friend and a chance to escape from her abusive family; chernyshevsky said that if she liked someone else he'd forgive her and suffer in silence but would always forgive her if she came back SORRY what is to be DONE WITH CHERNYSHEVSKY LET'S GET BACK TO THE POINT. YEAH LEBEZYATNIKOV his description is summed up in this line: "one of the numerous and varied legion of dullards who attach themselves to the idea most in fashion only to vulgarise it and who caricature every cause they serve, however sincerely" but there's one important thing. he takes a step ahead. he protects sonya marmeladova!! and accuses luzhin of slandering her, explaining what actually happened and giving proof of luzhin's vileness!! (and later on he also helps sonya and rodion find katerina ivanovna mad and near death from her illness...) even katerina ivanovna says he was sent by god - for saving sonya's honour. the one who desires to fight for equality but doesn't know how and only makes a fool of himself in other characters' and author's eyes - he actually protects the weak, silent and oppressed. no parody sidekick has ever had such a character development, no trying-to-be-progressive character before had a chance to step out of their stereotype and do something good for another person or for the society this scene makes me so happy, not only because i love seeing someone protecting my beloved sonya but it also has a deeply personal meaning to me

i was also concerned about equality, freedom and perfecting the society and all such things, and ofc had confrontations with others regarding my opinions like all of us probably do, but in the end i always looked stupid, uneducated and worthless as i could never shut up, cried when i lost an argument and did nothing but whine about how things are unfair but never knew what to do to change it and so i thought: i don't deserve to call myself a profeminist and a liberal, i am not good enough i wanted to relate to strong-willed, enlightened, revolutionary characters like chatsky and rakhmetov, but i knew that i was a repetilov, a sitnikov, a lebezyatnikov - an useless caricature who is a shame to their ideology

and when i first read the scene where lebezyatnikov protects sonya, it made me genuinely happy to see how somebody who was viewed as an "useless and fake progressist" could also be a help to somebody and become a better person... it made me feel like i'm not worthless too, like im capable of such a character development and maybe even change someone's life for the better too.... ;;;;;

sorry it ended up too long and too personal and whiny in the end ... :c anyway i hope you did enjoy reading this or find something interesting

have a nice day!! <3

#long post #crime and punishment #ruslit #russian literature #dostoyevski #dostoyevsky #andrei semyonovich lebezyatnikov #lebezyatnikov

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