Doing Time

[Sebastian]

Roman Mordvinov

God, Roman missed Bas. The prick. Had to ruin everything. What kind of moron just attacks people in the streets? And a cop at that? But Bas had been spiraling. The weirdo paranoia just kept getting worse.

But damn but the guy was fun to hang with. It had sucked when pops told him they had to cut Bas free. They couldn't afford any attention from the cops, though. Not with Andlain around and being called a terrorist. Not when they were absorbing Vlad's old territories and operations. Hands had to be greased, threats made- the usual stuff. They didn't need any extra attention.

But it had sucked to cut the guy off. He had saved his life, back at the beginning. And many times since then. The guy was loyal. It hadn't felt right. Still. It was done. And the guy had gotten himself killed.

And they had work to do. Vlad's little blue pills were gone. But they had a rep that was growing with each retelling about how fucking awesome they were. They had their guys working on it, with the precious few that they had. So far, seemed to be sugar. How you got the best high of your life on sugar he didn't know. But he wasn't alchemical or whatever. Trouble was, the glasses couldn't explain either. But the demand was growing and only a fool turned down the market when it practically begged for it. Shit was wanted more than the other blue pill out there. Shit was better than that, it was that good.

So they shook a lot of trees (by which he meant paid some visits that didn't exactly turn out all nice and shit, what with the pliers and hammers) and it turned out no one knew how it was made cept for Vlad. Who knew the mudak was a brainiac? Guy had never seemed all that smart to him. Face like a hammer that had been pounding nails for the last week. Very punchable, though Roman hadn't done it.

Anyway, word was there was this guy who Vlad had started to work with. Like a protege or something. Or maybe something else. Could be something on the DL. But whatever. He was relaxing in jail on a four year ride. Caused trouble too, from what his people told him on the inside. Mouth on him, anyway, begging for attention.

And somehow, Roman was looking forward to meeting him. Bas was cooler. Chill. Laid back. This guy was anything but. Still, if this guy had the formula or whatever, then it'd be worth it.

So, long story short, he's walking through a metal detector and checking out the cans on the pouty mouthed female officer. Not a smart move for them to put her in this place. Prolly featured in a lot of pound sessions for the inmates. Bah. Maybe that's why they did it. Keep em all calm and sedated and shit. Hmm...that actually might be right. She'd prolly get pissed that he was thinkin it, but whatever. He smirked at her though.

And then he was in the visitation room, waiting for Yuri to come to the window. The phone was old timey and grimy and he didn't want to think about whose ear it had been close to. He hoped they wiped em down, anyway.

Waited. Pop had wanted him to visit in person, rather than a flunky. Let him know this was serious. And could be beneficial to him.