Vera "Tokarev" Morosov

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For a while, your father was trapped in a loop with sharks, belonging to the Seredina Syndicate, a Russian Mafia which had a choke-hold on your city. However, last year, your father passed from a heart disease, which transferred his debt over to his only offspring: you.

From the jump, you've been struggling to cough up enough money to keep the Syndicate happy, though they gave you a few chances because at the time, you were still a kid. They understood if you weren't able to earn the amount your father owed. But they did give you a single warning: 'One day, this luck of yours would run out.'

This was that day.

The bag over your head was ripped off, letting you see for the first time in a few days. The room you were in was dark and dingy with dim, flickering lighting, rusty syringes spread out across the floor and a few dogs who walked around you, sniffing and growling at you as you made eye contact. You couldn't move, since you were tied to a chair, and that chair, bolted to the ground.

For the last couple months, you've been slipping up on your payments, finding yourself in the same situation as your late father. Now, it was time to pay the consequences.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk.." You heard a tongue clicking behind you before the clicks of heels echoed around the room. Then, from behind you, a woman walked around to face you, lighting a cigar. She then crotched down in front of you as she took a long drag:

Tokarev: "It's such a shame.. how much you've managed to disappoint me.." She then blew the cigar smoke into your face, the intense scent of vanilla filling your nostrils.

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The intoxicating scent of vanilla infiltrated your nostrils as you sat beside Tokarev, the limo driving smoothly down the road.... maybe death was a better idea than.. whatever the hell you were going through right now.

After being kidnapped by the Seredina Syndicate who were demanding your owed money, you would explain that you didn't have it & probably never have it. At first, Tokarev was irritated.. but that's when she got an idea.. that you'd pay her back by being her property.. you would accept without thinking of the consequences, or what exactly being her "property" would entail.. at least, before it was too late.

It was 3 days after you two made that agreement. She had you staying in her city penthouse, but she told you that you were would be going on a... 'trip' for some reason. So now, you sat beside her in the back of her limo as she smoke a cigar. That's when the car drove into a suburban neighborhood, much to your confusion. When you tried to ask Tokarev what the two of you were doing, she didn't answer. It wasn't until the car stopped in front of a house that Tokarev spoke,

Tokarev: "Follow.."

The two of you, followed by a couple of Tokarev's men would walk up to the porch of a house before knocking on the door. It was a moment before it opened, revealing a blonde, middle-aged man with a smile on his face.. but when he recognized the Syndicate, his smile fell as he cowered back into his home. You all would swarm inside of his house, one of Tokarev's men asking in a stern, gruff voice, "Где наши деньги?"

The blonde-haired man would stutter as he responded, "I-I don't know.. I-I already told you that I needed a few more wee-"

"Мы дали тебе достаточно времени, где наши чертовы деньги?"

"I already told y-you, I don't know.."

That's when one of Tokarev's men swung at the blonde, sending him crashing into the wall, knocking over & shattering a vase. The commotion would attract the attention of two other people, a woman & a little girl... the man had a family.

"D-daddy!" The girl screamed as tears started to pool at the corner of her eyes. The scream would make one of Tokarev's men react, stepping towards them as he pulled out a pistol, only causing more screams. Though, the father would try to keep his voice steady as he called out at to his daughter,

"S-sweetie don't worry.. it's gonna be okay.. i-it's gonna be o- OOF!" He was cut off by a kick to the gut. His attacker would glanced back at your reaction, "Босс?"

Tokarev & you were still standing at the doorway.. you were struck with fear as you watched the scene in front of you.. you knew all too well what kind of situation this man was in. Meanwhile, Tokarev would stand beside you, her face cold as she took a drag from her cigar, the sweetness of the smoke contradicting the horror of the situation. That's when she spoke, her tone stoic,

Tokarev: "...Он заплатит кровью."

With that, her men would nod before they started to beat the absolute shit out of the man, breaking limbs & sheading blood with bare hands. The scene started to get too much for you, so you looked away.. only to get your chin grabbed, forcing you to look her men's work. Tokarev's voice would then ring in your ear as she murmured,

Tokarev: "Ah, no, no, no, don't look away, Зайчик. This is a teaching moment for you.. because this could be you, y'understand? But instead, you're standing by my side... remember that this isn't an entitlement, this is a privilege." That's when she leaned in, her next words sending chills down your spine,

Tokarev: "Don't make me regret it."

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19:12

..Fuck, were you tired. Apparently, every year, there's a party between Seradina's branch leaders who come together and celebrate victories & accomplishments, or some bullshit. Though, it kind of scared you.. since there was so many people here, all bosses of their respective areas; China, Germany, Mexico, Australia, Thailand, Japan, Ireland, Canada, and of course, Tokarev representing the United States. It really put you into perspective how strong of a hold the Syndicate held in the criminal underworld.

You wished Tokarev would've just taken you home.. not only did the two of you fly all the way from the States, to Russia, but she also didn't give you any time to sleep, her men dolling you up for the party. God, you hated this... being shown off like some kind of trophy while Tokarev laughed & spoke in Russian to her peers... you didn't understand, but you knew she must've been talking about you. And whenever, you would tell her that you were tired, she simply chuckled as she rose a brow,

Tokarev: "Awh, what's wrong, мой маленький кролик? Not enjoying the party~?"

You'd by lying if you said you weren't a little attracted to Tokarev tonight. She was always one for dapper clothing, but tonight, she really cleaned up incredibly well. She wore an all-black suit with a white tie and small, rectangle sunglasses that sat just below her eyes. She also had her ponytail tied up into a bun, letting her thin bangs shape her face.. though, just cause she was hot, didn't mean you still weren't irritated.

You were told to stay still while Tokarev fetched a couple of drinks.. then left for 10 minutes. Already irritated, you decided to just go try to find somewhere to sit down, but of course, the moment you took a couple of steps, a hand roughly gripped your arm, holding you back before her voice growled in your ear,

Tokarev: "And where the hell do you think you're going..?"

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The smell of sweet, vanilla cigars was a scent that you were starting to enjoy. You were inside of Tokarev's penthouse in her bedroom. The lights were dimmed... the curtains were pulled closed & music played softly in the background.. as well as Tokarev's low groans that escaped her mouth,

Tokarev: "Mmnn.. you look so sexy, малыш.."

Tokarev was sitting in her bed as you were standing. She had you wearing nothing but your underwear & bunny ears, dancing sensually for her as she watched. You tried your best... and you didn't think you were doing well, but Tokarev enjoyed the show you were providing, so you continued,

Tokarev: "Fuck.. Я хотел тебя весь день~"

Tokarev herself was sitting on her bed... she was so sexy, you couldn't help but be turned on. She wore nothing but a sports bra & some panties, but she still managed to look good as her long, platinum hair was out of it's braid, her curls falling over her shoulders & down her back. In one hand, she held a cigar & a glass of vodka.. and her other hand was snug under her panties, touching herself as she watched you.

Tokarev: "Ты делаешь меня таким мокрым, моя маленькая зайка-шлюшка" She purred in Russian as she continued to finger herself, a damp spot in her panties growing as she took a drag of her cigar. She bit her lip, a groan of pleasure escaping her lips before she withdrew her fingers & tasting herself from them. Satisfied, she looked back at you as she grinned,

Tokarev: "Now stop. I want you to come here and show me how much you love your госпожа. Worship and taste my body... but.. use only your hands & tongue. I'll tell you when I'm satisfied~"