#[Igor Bortsov]

[kit-just-kit]

☎️ telephone - Igor

Ship-building meme

☎ - for your muse’s info in my muses phone (name, ringtone, picture, last text received/sent).

Name: Bortsov the sex God (this is on her private phone only of course. Her 'work' phone has him listed as I.Bortsov but that is quite dull)

Ringtone: "Pedestal" by Portishead (just for the overall vibe really)

Picture:

Last text received: [Text from: Bortsov the sex God] My plane lands at four, I should be at your apartment by five at the latest, kiska

Last text sent: [Text to: Bortsov the sex God] I will be waiting breathlessly, my zver - vodka chilling in the freezer, Beluga kept one ice and me, naked yet warm and wet, on silk sheets!

[beardedmrbean]

Two Russian State Duma deputies with the ruling United Russia party were reported dead on Sunday.

The death of 77-year-old Nikolay Bortsov, who served as a State Duma deputy since 2003, was announced by Igor Artamanov, the governor of the Lipetsk region. He died at his home Lebedyan.

On the same day, State Duma Deputy Dzhasharbek Uzdenov died at the age of 57 after a "serious and prolonged illness," Vladimir Vasilyev, head of the United Russia faction, said.

A number of prominent Russians have died in unexplained or unusual circumstances since Russian President Vladimir Putin launched his full-scale invasion of Ukraine in February 2022.

No cause was given for Bortsov's death. He had previously been hit by sanctions from the United States and other Western countries in connection with Putin's invasion of Ukraine.

Newsweek reached out to Russia's Foreign Ministry via email for comment.

Bortsov was one of Russia's wealthiest government employees, with an estimated net worth of $550 million, according to the Latvia-based independent news outlet Meduza. He was included by Forbes in 2021 in a ranking of the country's 100 richest federal workers.

He was sentenced in absentia in Ukraine to 15 years in prison on March 21 alongside 19 other members of the Russian State Duma for voting to recognize Russian-installed authorities in Ukraine's eastern Donbas region.

The Security Service of Ukraine said those convicted were: Sergey Altukhov, Andrey Alshevsky, Olga Zanko, Andrey Anikeev, Grigory Anikeev, Valentina Artamonova, Otari Arshba, Alena Arshinova, Timofey Bazhenov, Zarif Baiguskarov, Nikolay Bortsov, Vadim Bulavinov, Dmitry Islamov, Mikhail Kuzmin, Denis Maidanov, Nikolai Pankov, Yuri Petrov, Olga Pilipenko, Valentina Pivnenko, and Dmitry Pogorely.

The head of Russia's Investigative Committee Alexander Bastrykin called the verdict illegal.

Uzdenov, 56, was a member of Russia's House Committee on Ecology, Natural Resources and Environmental Protection.

"A hard day. Death snatched another comrade from our ranks. Jasharbek (Dzhasharbek) Borisovich Uzdenov, a deputy of the State Duma, the former Minister of Natural Resources and Ecology of the Karachay-Cherkess Republic died after a severe and prolonged illness," Vasilyev said.

Vasilyev expressed his condolences to the relatives and friends of Uzdenov.

"Sensitive, attentive, strong-willed, always ready to help—this is how we will remember Jasharbek Borisovich. He fought for a long time, but, unfortunately, the disease turned out to be stronger. We will miss him very much," he said.

Uzdenov was elected to the State Duma on September 19, 2021. He came under U.S. and New Zealand sanctions after the war began.

At least 20 Russians have died in mysterious circumstances since the war began last February, including Ravil Maganov, the chairman of Lukoil, Yuri Voronov, the founder and general director of the Astra-Shipping transport and logistics company, Vladislav Avayev, a former Kremlin official and vice president of Gazprombank, and Major General Vladimir Makarov, an officer who oversaw the Kremlin's crackdown on anti-war protesters.

[mariacallous]

Nikolay Bortsov, a State Duma deputy with the United Russia party, has died at the age of 77, reports Lipetsk governor Igor Artamanov.

Bortsov died at home in Lebedyan, in the Lipetsk region, and will be buried in Moscow, says the Lipetsk branch of the Liberal Democratic Party of Russia.

Nikolay Bortsov served as a State Duma deputy since 2003 and worked at five convocations of the Russian parliament. He was a member of the Duma Committee on Issues of Nationalities.

Bortsov was on Forbes’ list of the richest Russian nationals. In 2021, the magazine estimated his worth at $550 million. Bortsov’s capital mainly derived from the funds he received after he and his partners sold PepsiCo a 75.5 percent stake in the Lebeyansky fruit juice plant, which produces several well-known Russian juice brands.

In 2021, Forbes included Bortsov in a ranking of 100 government employees with the highest incomes. At that point, his income was estimated at more than 800 million rubles ($9.8 million) a year.

Nikolay Bortsov was sanctioned by the U.S. and other Western countries because of Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine. Ukraine sentenced Bortsov and several other State Duma deputies in absentia to 15 years in prison for recognizing the independence of the self-proclaimed Donetsk and Luhansk “People’s Republics.” 

Elections to fill Bortsov’s seat will be held in September, says the Central Election Commission of Russia.

[mettleborn-a]

New Mettleborn OC: Igor Bortsov

Summary:

OC: Modern Crime / Mafia

Full name:  Igor Bortsov

Faceclaim: Viggo Mortensen

Age: 48

Gender: Cis Male;

Height: 5 11’’

Ethnicity: Russian

Occupation: Pakhan (boss) within Solntsevskaya Bratva (Russian Mafia)

Location: International - Moscow based

Orientation: Bisexual, switch / verse

You will find his full bio under the cut. 

Character bio:

Igor Bortsov was born out of wedlock, to a young woman called Elina, a former prostitute who was forced to hand over her child for adoption, a standard practice in those days for unmarried Mothers. Igor, remaining unaware of his true origins, was raised in a home of modest means, by Anna and Piotr Bortsov, who both owned a small home on the outskirts of the Chertanovo District in Moscow, an impoverished area with a high crime rate. The couple had experienced great difficulty in bearing a child and were delighted to be given Igor to raise as their own. Anna was a homemaker and local seamstress, while Piotr worked for the government as a mechanic, repairing cars. They were decent, doting parents who always ensured Igor was respectably dressed and that he attended school every day. After school, Igor would help his Father with his work, tending to the cars of government officials.

Shortly after his 12th Birthday, during a car robbery gone wrong, Igor lost both of his parents, who were hauled out of their car, dragged through the snow and unceremoniously executed on the side of the road, right in front of him. Igor, understandably traumatised by the violence and devastated by their loss, was afforded little time to mourn them, after being instantly packed off to live with his Uncle; Konstantin Bortsov. Konstantin, a widower, with no children of his own, worked for the KGB at their headquarters in the heart of the wealthy Meshchansky Distinct in Moscow and had little interest in children and even littler interest in raising them. A gruff man and an alcoholic, Konstantin did his best to raise the boy to fast become a man, though his care and attention sadly did not extend far beyond feeding and clothing Igor and teaching him to fight. Konstantin, a man severely lacking in empathy, wasted no time at all in telling the boy about his real Mother and the actual circumstances of his birth. Without the loving influence of his parents, in no time at all, Igor soon turned from a studious, smart boy, into a boy who cared less for school and more for playground fighting and thievery. With only a first name to go on, any attempts to find his real Mother Elina, consistently ended in failure.

At 13 he was running with gangs of boys in the distinct, pick-pocketing, stealing cars and running scams and by 14, his Uncle had pulled him out of school and now had him running errands for him to earn his keep. These errands usually took the form of deliveries, starting with messages and letters and soon gravitating to larger packages. Having just turned 16, Igor delivered a package to an apartment in Moscow one sunny afternoon, on behalf of his Uncle, only to see the same apartment on a news bulletin only a few hours later, the entire building now engulfed in flames and blown to pieces. The terrible act resulting in a significant death toll. It was only then that Igor realised he had been undertaking work for his Uncle on behalf of the KGB. Refusing to do anymore of this kind of work, Igor grew increasingly distant from his Uncle, as he continued to spend more of his time on the streets, sleeping in abandoned buildings and earning money by street brawling and stealing.

It was only a matter of time before he would be caught, having held up a rich man at knife point, Igor had been forced to fight him and in the midst of the altercation had ended up stabbing the local business owner in the leg, who had nearly died due to a major artery being struck. Igor was sentenced to two years in juvenile prison for assault and theft and it is here his life both ended and began.

Within the juvenile prison, Igor thrived and soon had the other inmates well organised and orchestrated to form the biggest drug ring the prison had ever seen, with Igor sat at the very top of it. Having served his two years, Igor was not released but was instead tried as an adult for drug offences and for attempted murder, having nearly beaten his cellmate to death for threatening to rat him out. Something Igor unashamedly told the jury he considered to be a ‘dick move’. He was given 10 years.

Unsurprisingly, Igor also thrived in prison, though at the age of only 18, it was much harder to earn the respect of the rival gangs and he was forced to commit many brutal and violent acts of supremacy in order to prove himself and gain a degree of power. Many of these acts resulted in an increased sentence, resulting in an extra 7 years added. In was in prison that Igor was given most of his tattoos, of huge importance in establishing himself; inked symbology giving him a distinct identity through visually detailing his life; his prostitute Mother, his dual imprisonment and his crimes, those known and unknown to the law. A language to read and ultimately a mark of trust, displayed through religious imagery that in truth, has very little to do with religion.

Within 6 years Igor found he had ingratiated himself with several members of Solntsevskaya Bratva, a faction of the Russian Mafia; an affiliation Igor’s Uncle seemed to take great interest in during his visits. Eventually Konstantin brokered a deal, securing Igor’s early release in return for his agreement to work for the KGB undercover within Solntsevskaya Bratva. Igor agreed, securing his release after only serving 7 years of a now 17-year sentence.

Igor however, was no fool and used the agreement with the KGB to climb the ranks of Bratva, offering government information and state secrets in exchange for power, for the six years he worked for the KGB, effectively orchestrating a double cross that lasted for years, requiring him to live dual lives. During those six years Igor became increasing loyal to Bratva, becoming indoctrinated into their way of life, structures and order, following the code of the Vor v Zakone. On the same day he was crowned with the status of ‘Vor’ and granted his Vor star tattoos, across his heart and on his knees, he was promoted to Brigadier, responsible for running a cell of his own men. It was on this day that he finally defected from the KGB to Bratva. One of his first tasks he was asked to arrange in this position, was the assassination of his Uncle Konstantin, which he did by delivering a package to the man’s apartment building, one containing a bomb, an act that to this day, Igor feels was a form of poetic justice.

For ten years, Igor acted as Brigadier, running a cell of men, undertaking work in a large variety of areas; extortion, murder, money laundering, drug trafficking, arms dealing, corruption and bribery. It was only following the assassination of the group’s Pakhan (boss) that Igor was finally promoted and it is in this position he sits today, in charge of multiple Brigadiers and cells of men.

Igor is fiercely loyal to the organisation and is not known to share power easily and whilst most men of his position would rarely need to get their hands dirty, Igor likes to take a hands-on approach to business; especially when it comes to dealing with disloyalty and dissention in the Bratva ranks. In terms of his position within the Russian Mafia as a whole, Igor is the man you call in when a cell isn’t working effectively or when parts of the organisation need to grow. He can sniff out fear, hesitation and disloyalty like a bloodhound and news of his visit, whether this is in Moscow, Poland, London, Amsterdam, New York or any other city for that matter, is rarely welcomed, as it is normally the mark of something gone wrong that Igor intends to fix, by whatever means he deems necessary.

In general terms, he is a man of few words, who knows how to expresses himself well, given that he is smart, intuitive, quick witted and ruthless. He is likeable and manipulative and commands an air of respect, not only because of his status in the organisation, but because he has the look of a man who wouldn’t hesitate to rip your throat out with his bare hands, unless it’s bad for business. He has many friendships and alliances, all established for the singular purpose of maintaining knowledge, power and control. He enjoys mentoring younger Bratva associates, preparing them for higher positions, so he can pick and choose those that will keep him in his position as boss and one day ultimately succeed him.

He smokes Ziganov brand cigarettes, drinks a lot of black tea and regularly indulges in Vodka, and Ararat brandy. He rarely takes drugs, despite his history and success in trafficking them. His main residence is a large penthouse apartment with roof garden in the Khamovniki distinct of Moscow, overlooking the river. He owns the whole building and allows other Vor to use the apartments below, when they are visiting Moscow. He owns a garage near by, where he likes to go to fix up old cars, something he does on those nights when he has trouble sleeping, fulfilling a passion he’s had ever since he was a boy, working with his Father. 

His private life remains so; utterly private and he likes to keep it that way. He has no wife or a family, and his love life consists mainly of affairs with married men and woman and one-night stands. He is more interested in conquest than love, but enjoys feeling loved and adored, even if it isn’t truly reciprocal - he’ll gladly play ‘husband’ if it’s only for the weekend. He particularly appreciates lovers that cook for him and a hearty bowl of borscht, just like his Mother Anna used to make, has been known to bring a tear to his eye in more tender moments.

[wickedgamc-arch]

“Talk About Me” (to Polly from Igor)

Send “Talk About Me” to overhear a conversation between my muse and someone else (can be a side character, in their canon, or a just random person) about your muse.

"I noticed you seem to be quite acquainted with Bortsov." Kieran Dalton didn't hesitate to approach his former lover once she was away from Igor at a party hosted by one of his most trusted associates. Who was Kieran? No other than an expert British criminal, mastermind of a few heists committed in London, Brussels and New York. A valuable contact for the Italians; a man who held the key to how to obtain large amounts of money and how to charm his way into being an ally for the powerful mobsters. One small visit to an associate in New York led him to meet Polly, when they both visited Miami for a few nights.

They began a relationship; one that didn't last long because of his possessive and manipulative ways to stop her from discovering what his occupation was. He pretended to be a simple entrepreneur and was committed to her. But in reality, he was scheming how to aid his associates and, during his long trips, would end up sleeping with other women. Polly's manager and friend, Andrew, investigated him and handled physical evidence to her of everything as soon as he collected it; enough for her to call it quits. His possessiveness wasn't justified; it was selfish and no other than unfair. Yet, he wished to have her once more. The sight of her with another man was unbearable; and it hurt his ego to see her beside a man he had learned of from meetings and had an utter dislike for. His reason? He was a Russian.

Hearing his voice made Polly frustrated, releasing a heavy sigh in response before turning to face him. Their gazes met previously, and she was at first shocked to find him in that specific gathering. For such a reason, she kept her previous relationship with him from Igor, as she found it meaningless at this point after years went by. Her gaze narrowed, holding the ignited stick between her slim fingers. "None of your business, Kieran. And please, stay away from me."

Kieran shrugged his shoulders casually, lips pressing into a thin line. "He's not convenient for you. He's dangerous. Cold-blooded. Not one suited for--"

"That's enough." Polly cut him off abruptly, tossing the cigarette to the ground in anger, crushing it with her heel. "I won't listen to you and your bullshit. I won't let you speak ill of him, Kieran. He's a better man than one you will ever be and I love him. He's not Bortsov to me, he's not any of that bullshit you say. Do you understand?"

Immediately, Kieran strode closer to her, his jaw clenching in anger. His expression had twisted enough for it to show. His nostrils were flaring. "Love is not what you believe it is. You have a childish view of it."

"You won't manipulate me like you used to ever again. I'm a stronger and a different woman than the one you met years ago. And Igor Bortsov is a man you wouldn't want to cross, Kieran. Back away now and stay away from me and from him. You don't want to see me angrier than I am now."

[bornofbloodandwater]

" you realise you don't need to ask my permission, don't you? " - @mettleborn​ Igor

The room cleared out. Just the two remaining. Xiomara serene at his left, a position she has held for a while now. A cream silk slip dress beneath a large, men’s, cashmere cardigan half-dropped from her shoulders, a hand resting politely behind her back, the waved lengths of her hair brushing fine wrist. The extended hand raising a cigarette and her ‘May I?’ still hanging in the smoke kissed air as Igor answers with his own question.

        “Unfortunately for my now recoiling ego, no I do not.” a coy smile to her lips and her words, she is truly not bruised by the embarrassment, in fact, glad to hear she would not need to prostrate and bootlick to appease The Pakhan, Mr Bortsov. 

“I know nothing of working beneath … anyone. Let alone someone as important as you.” Circling him to lean a hip against the table, cigarette clinging to her lip as she searches her small drawstring bag for a lighter.

        “You know, outside of the bedroom, I don’t think I have asked the permission of anyone since I was a child...consider yourself in an extremely exclusive group of two.”

[mettleborn-a]

There ain't no man like you

[mettleborn-a]

Plotted starter for @kit-just-kit​

There are many restaurants and clubs in London owned by Russian families, that are welcoming of members of Bratva but this one, originally a Russian bath house, established in the 1800s, is most certainly Igor’s favourite. From its marble floors and ornate, baroque, painted ceilings to its dark, quiet corners that conceal whether it is night or day, Igor finds it is, in truth, the perfect place to be, when he has not yet fully recovered from his jet lag; that strange sense that insists it’s 2am, when really, it’s only just gone noon. 

Sat at one of plush booths in the main dining room, flanked on either side by his most trusted associates; Sarkis Sokolov, his huge, towering driver and guard, and Nicholai Volkov, a former Brigadier in Bratva, who stand a little distance away, the Pakhan sits, tapping his Ziganov cigarettes against the pack, as he watches his host hastily usher out paying customers to clear the space for his exclusive use.

Ordering a bottle of vodka with two glasses, he calls over Nicholai with a faint flick of his wrist, instructing him to wait by the door, as they are expecting a delivery. The delivery however, is not a crate, nor a document, but rather, it is person; one of interest, that Bortsov has instructed his men to fetch.

Kit Prince is a Member of Parliament, one who for some time now, has undertaken covert work for his organisation, helping the Russian mafia to obtain British contracts under the auspices of UK dummy companies; a particularly nasty kind of financial fraud, that has proved very lucrative for Bratva and of course, Miss Prince herself. Normally she would find herself liaising with Bratva soldiers, her dealings rising no where beyond Bortsov’s Brigadiers, but on this occasion, due to the sensitive nature of the situation Igor finds himself in, he has opted to fly from Moscow to London to meet her in person.

It is not Miss Prince herself that Igor has issue with but rather her colleague; MP Nicholas Francis, a marked man who has gone into hiding, a man Igor needs to find and dispatch. He is also a man who appears to have been a little obsessed with Miss Prince, from what Igor’s men have discovered; evident from his internet searches and evenings spent watching her apartment in his car. According to Bratva’s contacts, Nicholas has continued to contact Miss Prince via burner devices, despite having seemingly up and abandoned his wife and children, who are being closely watched by Bratva. If Igor is going to catch him, he is going to need Miss Prince’s help and, in truth, it is not clear yet whether she will respond well to the suggestion or whether he will have to blackmail her to secure her assistance.

“She’s here.” Nicholai announces, standing to the side before fading into the background, always keeping a watchful eye, always with his hand on his gun.

Grinding out his cigarette, the Pakhan pours out some crisply cold vodka into the two glasses in front of him and slowly pushes one forward to sit as an offering opposite him. Standing, Igor watches her slowly cross the room, his icy blue eyes taking in every aspect of her - he does not, of course, leer, though it is immediately obvious to him why the man he is seeking has seemingly become so obsessed with this beautiful creature. He can only hope he doesn’t find himself similarly entranced. 

“Miss Prince.” He states, in a thick Russian accent, extending his hand out towards her. “I don’t believe I’ve yet had the pleasure.”

[mettleborn-a]

[mettleborn-a]

Can you fight God?

I mean, where's the lie.

[mettleborn-a]

Cell / Mobile Phone Headcanons Meme

@exsanguinatedserenity​ said: “#” ok admittedly I am unsure Which of your muses might have him as a phone contact so dealer’s choice 

Send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses.

Your muse’s name in Igor’s phone: That fucking priest

Your muse’s picture in Igor’s phone: 

(LMAO)

Your muse’s ringtone in Igor’s phone:  Era Ameno DubStep Remix

Igor’s last text to your muse: [Igor] You have 24 hours Father - deliver me eternal life or face the extinguishing of your own; to burn like a great pyre, erected as tribute only to your failures. 

[mettleborn-a]

Cell / Mobile Phone Headcanons Meme

@wickedgamc​ said:   # - Polly for Igor (would love to see it! ❤)

Send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:

Your muse’s name in Igor’s phone: l'vitsa (Lioness in Russian) 

Your muse’s picture in Igor’s phone:

(He absolutely would have this as her profile picture, he finds it very tasteful.)

Your muse’s ringtone in Igor’s phone:

Eric Clapton - ‘You look wonderful tonight’     (what can I say, he’s an old romantic)

Igor’s last text to your muse: [Igor] My flight just landed, cancel your plans and let me take you to dinner. 

[mettleborn-a]

Starter meme

@ruinouss​ sent: 

“ you drink free today. ” (for Igor)

Accepting the glass with a gracious nod, Igor shrugs his head to the side; a silent instruction to his men to refrain from guarding him so closely, commanding them to shrink into the background and blend in. This bar is not Bratva owned, though he is aware that is considered a safe place; safe for those in the underworld that need safe places to go.

“When I make promise to beautiful woman, I never break it.” He replies playfully before reaching into his coat pocket to retrieve a small plastic bag. Inside it contains part of a man’s hand, severed at several different place; the ring on one of the swollen fingers is large and is adorned with a recognisable symbol; one that instantly confirms its former owner.

“You won’t be having any more trouble with ‘The Organisation’ I can assure you.”

Dropping the bag on the bar top with a wet thud, the Pakhan smiles with mock-innocence. “The information you gave me was good, you deserved to be properly compensated.”

[mettleborn-a]

Cell / Mobile Phone Headcanons Memes

@kit-just-kit​ said: # (for Igor)

Send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses.

Your muse’s name in Igor’s phone: The delectable Miss Prince

Your muse’s picture in Igor’s phone:

(I can imagine he asked her to pose for this)

Your muse’s ringtone in Igor’s phone: Santana - Black Magic Woman

Igor’s last text to your muse:

[Igor] You bring out the devil in me, a dangerous thing indeed. You should meet me in Soho for a few drinks later, it’s hot as hell in London tonight, but something tells me Hades suits us both well.