#Alexey Volkov

[radiophd]

alexey volkov -- feed them

[meri-l]

Major Grom: The Game | Actors about returning to their roles | Backstage

Tikhon Zhiznevsky, Lyubov Aksyonova, Alexander Seteikin, Alexey Maklakov, Sergey Goroshko and the creators of "Major Grom: The Game" share their impressions about returning to their roles and tell more about the upcoming premiere.

[deborahdeshoftim5779]

Even MORE great news:

Russian dissident Ilya Yashin is FREE from a Russian prison! It is finally good to hear of a Russian dissident who has been released this time.

Here he is, with members of the late Alexei Navalny's team, including Leonid Volkov (white shirt), Maria Pevchikh, and Ivan Zhdanov behind her.

JUSTICE does come!

[thepaleys]

Grand Duke Paul Alexandrovich kept his word which he had given me; my service with him was comfortable and pleasant. We were almost the same age, twenty-five, and twenty-six years old. He did not yet have a particular residence and occupied an apartment in the Winter Palace and had only a limited staff because he lived exclusively at the Emperor's expense.

Grand Duke Paul had a fairly even temperament. He had moments of liveliness and being on edge, but in general, he was of great benevolence, above all looking out for those people who were dependant on him in whatever way. He was never very talkative and kept a modest and confined life, principally for reasons of his health. During this time the doctors strongly believed that the symptoms of tuberculosis had manifested in the Grand Duke.

I remember that at the beginning of my service with him, Grand Duke Paul went, along with his brother Grand Duke Serge Alexandrovich and his wife Grand Duchess Elizabeth Feodorovna, on his first trip to Athens. This event remains engraved in my memory because it was the reason for my first voyage abroad.

Up until his marriage, which had taken place during the summer of 1889, Grand Duke Paul Alexandrovich lived in the Winter Palace, always keeping the same retiring lifestyle. At the beginning of Spring that year, the Grand Duke left for the second time to go to Greece, to revisit his fiancée, Alexandra Georgievna. This time, I accompanied him.

This voyage gave me a brilliant dream of light and colour. After staying six weeks as guests of the court in Athens, we returned to Petersburg, followed by Princess Alexandra of Greece, where the marriage took place in June 1889.

The newlyweds were installed in their palace, on the Neva quay, behind the Church of the Annunciation, facing the Naval Corps.

MEMORIES OF ALEXEI VOLKOV Personal Valet to Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna 1910 - 1918

[anthropologistfromentropy]

Just ended up with the weirdest and most random ship I have ever had: Arkady Trubetskoy from the Silver Skates and Lawrence of Arabia??

Basically Arkady is a bisexual with internalized homophobia and sadistic tendencies. He tries to hit on Alexey Tarasov, who rejects him. But Alexey introduces Arkady to Lawrence, a supressed queer masochist, who is friends with Oleg Volkov (they served together during WW1).

Arkady is an extremely shitty person tho, the villain in my fic. He becomes antisemitic and homophobic out of spite, after Alisa breaks up with him to date Vera Urusova. He joins the Black Hundreds (the Okhrana had basically the same values tbh, and he was canonically a captain in Okhrana. Not sure why they would go after pickpockets instead of revolutionaries, though.)

[candorverity]

Thinking of making an unhinged video essay on the plot of Embassy Row

[supernova42360]

Goncharov 1973: Alexei and Volkov Queer/ Reading Analysis,  PART 1 

I’m going to talk a little bit about the characters Alexei Baranov and Volkov because the directors cut of Goncharov 1973 just came out and I’ve wanted to do a queer reading of this gay ass storyline so let’s goooooooo 

Volkov’s character engages with themes of fatherhood, toxic masculinity, and violence. We first meet Volkov when he vouches for a teenage Goncharov to join the Russian mob and work for him in their club. Something that’s actually very important is how stoic and blasé Volkov is about whether or not Goncharov is accepted into the mob since it later becomes apparent that Volkov was putting his own reputation with the mob on the line to invite Goncharov into it. We also discover that Volkov vouched for Goncharov in so the boy wouldn’t have to fend for himself in the streets during the harsh Russian winter. I interpret Volkov's display of apathy as a mask for his empathy and paternal affection towards Goncharov in order protect both Goncharov and himself from being discredited as “weak” and “unmasculine”. He even coached Goncharov to have “a stone’s face” during the interview with the mob boss. Not allowing yourself to display emotion for fear of being discredited, ridiculed, and ultimately emasculated is definitely giving toxic masculinity. However, Volkov’s relationship to toxic masculinity culture complicates Volkov’s role as a father figure to Goncharov. Volkov doesn’t seem to actually enjoy the culture of toxic masculinity at all. Rather, it appears that he views it as a performance one must give in order to survive and a performance he deems to be an essential to teach to Goncharov as a means of survival (giving very Judith Butler here). He believes that if he does not succeed in this task, it is a matter of life or death. Later in the movie (and especially Alexei's character) the tragic repercussions of that cultural mindset become apparent...

TLDR: Goncharov learns toxic masculinity from his mafioso father figure who's trying to protect his ass from getting killed by the Russian winter

Getting to Alexei in my next post!

[catgondoliere]

Iosif Volkov (Russian, 1854-1897)

Portrait of Alexei Savrasov (1884)

[mossycobblestonearts]

the yippee rancher returns

okay, so like, if you know, you know...

i'm on roblox, hold the boos, i don't actually care

the daybreak discord server got nuked :( and all my yippees DIED which is UNACCEPTABLE

so,, i will be posting them all here,, eventually...

anyways,, this will act as the master post for the yippees!!! (in order of creation)

things will be hyperlinked as they are posted :)

the masterlist <3

adriana

arlo

gabrielle cole

eiji inagaki

iris

jun inagaki

yara valle

mamo ikaika

cora madden

jack sato

seung kwan

yeona jeung

sarah lindholm

emery rivera

dae-jung pak

yan tian

eman attia

riley west

serena wolfe

kyle wolfe

finley marai (polluted)

dakari bowens

amari taymiyyah

elijah songaa

taylor dalton

chaoxing lai

yvonne kojo

unforgotten

taliyah mehta (stalker)

yronica ayala

alexei (watcher)

lyndon davenport

kelvin mars

crystal phechr

klara cruz (ghost)

elizabeth payne

ye-jun im (idol)

nami deng

dakota nicole

emil singh

winona davis (banshee)

crosby aldrich

callum gallagher

jules (showstopper)

cole volkov (werewolf)

mahali (apostate)

p3-ng (android)

becca prescott

sera

makoto shizuka

tanasha njoki (empress)

christoph hoftman (surgeon)

alexis hargrove (host)

rayner byrne

wren harris (slasher)

sanjana dewan

tara sokolova (voidskulk)

saadiya ali

aaaquil che

parker kaplan

ryder parikh

lawrence payne (warden)

aiden talbot (janitor)

nathen reyes

gavin prescott

daryl ross (principal)

tabitha harris

anais desir

[moonlight-shadxw]

I think nolan was heavily influenced by his uncle but that lifestyle of crime ended up being so miserable, so he thought about creating a persona (nolan chance) who'd just deal with everything without much care, no grudges, no anger, no fear etc, Just luck and "fun", his real name is Alexei volkov

[philomenie]

KILLING ME SOFTLY

Hitman!Jolly fic

CN murder, violence, sex, organized crime, blood, angst, 18+

@jilliemiw86 @nojoyontheburn @reyadawn @dsireland86

EIGHT

“What is it?” Alexei wants to know as Jolly storms out of the door.

“Where's the doctor?” hisses Jolly, stalling for time.

“Hmm, he should be here by now.....” Alexei explains, stretching.

“You after.....” growls Jolly.

Alexei raises an eyebrow, but walks off.

Good, Jolly thinks to himself, now all I need is the Cuban's fucking cell phone. A piece of cake, he sighs inwardly with sarcasm.

Jolly knows where their victims' private belongings are and that could be the problem. In a safe in the room next to Semjon's office.

Jolly quietly sneaks upstairs and makes it into the room unnoticed.

With shaky hands, he enters the combination and opens the safe. He hurriedly searches through it until he finds what he is looking for. He takes the cell phone, closes the safe again, peers through the crack in the door to see if the coast is clear and slips out again. Just as he is about to go back downstairs, his heart pounding, the door to Semjon's office opens and Artur storms out. His face is distorted and disfigured by anger.

When he sees Jolly, he stands rooted to the spot. His eyes seem to shoot daggers, at least that's how Jolly feels. He coolly returns his gaze.

“You'll regret this!” hisses Artur, barely audible, as he walks past Jolly and rams his shoulder into his side.

Expressionless, Jolly watches him storm down the stairs, heading for the exit.

A heated discussion can be heard from Semjon's office. Kolja seems just as unhappy with his father's decision as he is. Well.... If this works out, he won't have to worry about this tricky situation anyway, Jolly thinks to himself grimly and runs down the stairs, heading back to Ruffilo.

“Unlock your fucking cell phone!” he hisses in his ear.

Ruffilo unlocks it without looking up, “When Nobu picks up, tell him Bad Omens.....” whispers the man.

“What's that supposed to be?” Jolly asks, perplexed.

Ruffilo grins, “A code, then Nobu will know it's me!”

“OK, I'll be right back!” Jolly promises and storms out of the room, goes back to the first floor and looks for a quiet alcove.

With trembling fingers, he dials Nobu's contact and waits.... FUCK, pick up, you goddamn motherfucker, Jolly pleads in his mind.

After what feels like an eternity, the call is answered.

“Bad Omens.” Jolly gasps and waits. His breathing is intermittent, his heart is pounding in his throat, he has to lean against the wall.

“Where is he?!” a cold voice rumbles cuttingly into the silence, ”And is he alive?”

“Yes, he's alive... still!” Jolly hastens to say, ”Volkov's got him!”

“That's what I thought!” Doi hisses sarcastically, ”Who are you?”

“Someone who wants a favor for a favor...” swallows Jolly.

“Speak!” growls Doi.

“The life of Ruffilo, that of his family, the identity of your moles, info on Volkov in exchange for a fresh start, for me and one other person......” explains Jolly sternly, waiting.

“So you want me to manage your exit? WHO are you?” snorts Doi.

“The Swede!” hisses Jolly, who is getting restless because he knows that time is running out.

“So so....” Doi rumbles coldly, ”Then it was YOU on the tarmac.....”

Jolly has nothing to lose, only everything to gain, so he answers truthfully, “Yes!”

“And you think I'm going to help you? Seriously?” Doi hisses angrily.

“Jesus,” Jolly hisses back, ”If I really wanted to hit you, you'd be dead already!”

Doi seems to consider, “Valid point! I know your work!” he admits, ‘Why.....’ he begins, but is interrupted by Jolly.

“FUCK, we don't have time for this.... Ruffilo's going to be “questioned” any minute now... So, what now?” he growls.

Doi considers, “Fine, but how can I prove to you that I'll stick to our agreement?”

“Your word is good enough for me!” gulps Jolly, who has no other choice, but also knows that Doi is a man who places a lot of value on the code of honor.

“You have that! Let Ruffilo go and I'll take care of everything!” he promises.

“Not like this.... I can't just let him go!” Jolly shakes his head, ”Send men to the following address, the back entrance won't be locked. Enough men, by the way. Ruffilo is in the basement, the first door on the left...... Also, make sure Ruffilo's family is taken to safety. Volkov will have already sent men to them!”

“No games?” Doi asks.

“No games!” nods Jolly seriously, ”You have MY word!”

“Only fair!” nods Doi, ”I'll send my men.... What about you?” he then wants to know.

“I have something to do here.... I'll get back to you. On Ruffilo's cell phone!” explains Jolly.

“I'll wait for your call, your message!” Doi nods and hangs up.

Jolly feels like his legs are giving out. God have mercy on me, he thinks to himself, let it succeed!

He looks around again, makes sure no one is near him and goes to the back entrance. Unlocks the door and closes his eyes before unlocking the door. PLEASE, he pleads in his mind and turns the key in the lock.

When he goes back to Ruffilo, Alexei, Kolja and the Doctor are standing around the lifeless Ruffilo.

“WHERE have you been?” Kolja hisses at him.

“Pissing!” growls Jolly and looks at Kolja challengingly.

“Hmm,” he replies, turning to the doctor, ‘So, do something!’ he hisses at him.

The Doctor narrows his eyes, but then takes Ruffilo's head and feels the laceration on his temple, pulls his eyelids upwards and shines a small lamp into it, “Hmm” he mumbles.

“WHAT?” growls Kolja, whose nerves seem tense to the point of tension. Jolly has rarely seen him so excited.

“His pupils react.... Still.... Either he doesn't have a brain haemorrhage or it's still too early to tell exactly. How long has he been at this stage?” the doctor wants to know.

“No idea!” hisses Kolja, looking at Alexei, who shrugs his shoulders, ”A few hours....”

“Hmm” mumbles the doctor again and goes to his bag, takes out a syringe and an ampoule and opens them.

Smiling, he goes to Ruffilo, pulls up his shirt sleeve, “We'll soon see if he's in a coma or just unconscious!” and injects him with the drug.

Jolly feels sick.

The effect is immediate, Ruffilo's hands start to twitch, then he suddenly opens his eyes, his breathing becomes intermittent, sweat breaks out of his pores. He looks around in panic.

“There you go!” smiles the doctor and closes his bag, ‘I'll wait upstairs in case I'm still needed!’ he explains and walks out of the room.

Grinning demonically, Kolja turns to Ruffilo, “Welcome back!” he hisses, “We have a lot to talk about! First of all, you should know that we know WHERE your family is. Our men are already on their way to them!”

Ruffilo looks at him coldly, then raises an eyebrow, “I wouldn't know WHAT to discuss with YOU!”

Kolja may not look muscular, but he still is. The first punch snaps Ruffilo's head back and blood runs out of his nose.

Dazed, he shakes his head, snorts out the blood, which spreads in a fine red mist on his white shirt, next to the drops of blood.

Ruffilo stares angrily into Kolja's eyes, “THAT'S no good!” he hisses.

Kolja strikes again, then immediately turns to Jolly, “Make YOU deliver him to us!”

“You want my weapons?” chortles Ruffilo, ‘Oh heavens!’ he laughs out.

“WHAT's funny about that?” Kolja wants to know.

“Just EVERYTHING!” Ruffilo grumbles quietly.

Kolja angrily tugs at Jolly's arm, “Make him do it!” he yells at him.

Jolly's gaze flits to Ruffilo, who nods imperceptibly. FUCK, he thinks to himself and clenches his fist, punching the Cuban in the stomach, who then slumps down.

Just as he is about to lunge again, muffled sounds of fighting and muffled shots can be heard from above.

“What the fuck....” hisses Kolja in horror and stares at Jolly. Alexei is already at the door and rushes upstairs. The shots and voices are now clearly audible.

Jolly doesn't think twice, grabs Kolja by the arm, “Get yourself to safety!” he hisses at him, “GO, GO!”

When Kolja still doesn't move, Jolly simply pulls him with him, out of the corridor and pushes him further back, to one of the building's safe rooms, types in the combination and simply shoves Kolja inside.

“Lock the door from the inside!” he hisses at him.

“What about you?” Kolja wants to know anxiously.

“I can manage! Your father might need help.....” explains Jolly.

“Good!” Kolja is as white as a sheet, but does as he's told.

Relieved, Jolly goes back to Ruffilo and unties him.

As he stands, he looks Jolly in the eye and nods, “Thank you!” he mumbles.

Jolly looks at him seriously, “Our deal....”

“Stands! You have my word of honor! And Doi's!” Ruffilo replies immediately.

“Good!” declares Jolly and hands Ruffilo his gun, ‘Shoot me!’ he demands, ‘Graze shot... left arm!’ he adds.

Ruffilo grins at him and takes aim, pulling the trigger.

The searing pain starts immediately and Jolly holds his upper arm, swearing to himself in Swedish.

“It was an honor!” grins Ruffilo and hands Jolly his gun back.

“Me, too!” Jolly gasps as hooded men storm into the room and immediately set their sights on Jolly.

“STOP!” roars Ruffilo and stands in front of Jolly, ”Not him!”

The men lower their weapons and nod to Ruffilo, handing him a gun.

“See you around!” nods Ruffilo to Jolly and unexpectedly hits him on the temple with the pistol grip, ‘For safety!’ he explains with a grin.

Jolly has to lean against the wall, slowly slides down it, remains sitting on the floor in a daze, blood once again running down his face and he realizes how the world around him is going dark.

A merciless kick to his already maltreated ribs brings Jolly back to consciousness. Moaning, he writhes on the floor and looks up. Semjon is standing in front of him.

“WHERE IS RUFFILO? WHAT HAPPENED HERE?” he yells at Jolly.

There are countless splashes of blood on Semjon's shirt, but he himself seems unharmed.

“Away.....” Jolly gasps and scrambles to his feet, but is immediately punched in the face by Semjon.

FUCK, you fucking asshole, Jolly thinks to himself and spits out blood.

“WHERE WERE YOU?!” Semjon continues to yell.

“Get your son to safety!” Jolly hisses and gets to his feet, now standing directly in front of Semjon and glaring angrily at him. Semjon returns the glare at first, but then breaks it.

“Boris, go and see if Kolja is all right!” he sends one of his men off.

“What happened here?” he wants to know more calmly from Jolly.

“You tell me!” Jolly snaps at him, ”We were just working on Ruffilo when all hell broke loose upstairs. I took Kolja to the safe room and when I tried to get back, I took a bullet and someone knocked me out here... I don't know why they didn't shoot me straight away!”

“Hmm” grumbles Semjon and looks inscrutably at Jolly, who returns Semjon's gaze boldly and fearlessly. Everything now also depends on whether Semjon believes him.

“It's not Jolly's fault!” Kolja's voice is heard, “He helped me, then wanted to see you!”

“Hmm,” Semjon's gaze and voice soften.

“Clean up here!” he then waves to his men, ‘Upstairs too!’ and wants to leave, turning to Jolly once more, ‘Let the doctor deal with that!’ and points to Jolly's injuries.

Jolly nods silently so as not to give himself away, because his heart is pounding in his throat and he feels like he can't breathe. It can work, it races through his head and he has to pull himself together to keep from grinning.

When he leaves the nondescript building a little later, having received Semjon's blessing, he is brutally pressed against his car just as he is getting into it, which is parked in the backyard under a canopy.

FUCK, what is this now, it flits through Jolly's brain and he struggles against the grip.

A gun barrel pushes against the back of his head and Jolly goes quiet, stops struggling, waits.

“You fucking asshole!” it hisses harshly in his ear.

FUCK, Artur, Jolly closes his eyes in annoyance. He doesn't need this wanker right now.

“What do you want?” Jolly growls back.

The gun barrel is pressed even harder against the back of his head, “Kill you!”

Jolly snorts in amusement, “THAT has been tried by far better men than you!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Artur rages and punches him in the ribs.

FUCK, Jolly draws in a sharp breath, if this goes on, my fucking ribs will break through after all, he thinks to himself angrily.

“YOU'RE not ruining my life!” hisses Artur.

“So Semjon told you his plans....” nods Jolly.

“YES and YOU asshole are certainly not going to be Kolja's right-hand man!” hisses Artur, ”That's ME and I'm going to stay that way!”

“Hmm” mutters Jolly, which earns him another blow in his side and makes Jolly's anger grow, he then pushes off from his car and lets his larger body crash with full force against Artur behind him.

Artur, not expecting this, stumbles and just manages to catch himself and point his gun at Jolly again before he can knock him down or disarm him.

“Careful, Swede.....!” he growls, ”Or do you want your little bitch to die right now!” Artur grins demonically at Jolly, who has lost all color in his face and stares at him in disbelief.

“Your toy, the bitch you're fucking, that doctor from the hospital... I wonder how Nadja thinks that...... You're her toy!” he sneers.

Jolly is frozen, can't believe what Artur has just said to him.

Then he wasn't imagining it, the men in the car who seemed to be following him were Artur's men! FUCK.... How could he have missed it, he thinks to himself desperately....

“What....” croaks Jolly, unable to get another word out.

“What have I done with your bitch?” Artur wants to know with a sneer, ”Nothing yet.... But my local men are waiting for her. I think I'll have my fun with her..... then my men!” he laughs.

Jolly sees red!

Without thinking, he lunges at the now surprised Artur, who wasn't expecting it and before he can do anything about it, Jolly has pushed his weapon down and grabbed his throat, pushing him backwards against the wall. Jolly kicks Artur's kneecap away, causing the man to gasp and fall to the floor. Jolly kicks again and manages to kick Artur's kneecap out so that he can no longer stand and would sink to the floor if Jolly had not relentlessly clutched his throat and increased the pressure on it.

Artur's eyes bulge out and he drops his gun, clutching Jolly's hand at his throat with both hands and trying to free himself.

“Let.....” he gasps soundlessly.

But Jolly shows no mercy. This wanker, this human scum in front of him, has threatened Liv, no, is threatening her. That's his death sentence.

Without batting an eyelid and without saying a word, Jolly grabs his back, pulls one of his combat knives from the holster on his body and rams it full force into Artur's head. He lets go, so that the body in front of him, which was once Artur, collapses and remains lying on the floor.

He calmly wipes the blood off Artur's clothes, opens his trunk and heaves Artur's body into it, which causes him quite a bit of trouble as his ribs hurt like hell.

Panting, he closes the trunk after finally making it. To cover up the bloodstains, Jolly quickly pulls the boxes against the wall forward a little, concealing them so that they are no longer visible.

He gets behind the wheel and drives off, his gaze fixed straight ahead. He can't think about whether Artur's men already have Liv in their hands or not. If he did, he would go mad with fear, knowing what kind of men they are.

Jolly doesn't know exactly where Liv is.... Still in her apartment? Doing something? FUCK.... While driving, he presses her contact.... Speeding through traffic where he can. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.... He just can't be late!!!

He dashes into the underground parking garage of her apartment complex and parks in the first available spot he sees.

He runs to the elevator, presses the buttons, everything seems like a fucking eternity. Finally the doors open and he gets in. When he arrives at her floor, he bangs on her apartment door as soon as he reaches it.

“LIV!” he yells, but she doesn't open.

Panicked, he opens his apartment door and gets his tools to open Olivia's fucking door. Again, seconds seem like hours before the lock gives way and he can push the door open. “LIV!” he yells desperately as he storms into her apartment, searching the rooms for her.

FUCK where the fuck is she?

The apartment is deserted, nothing to indicate a fight or anything like that...

Jolly feels like he's going crazy with fear for the woman he loves more than anything.

Where could she be?

Jolly thinks feverishly about where she could be.

What did Artur say? His men are on site, waiting for her.... If she's not here, where can Artur's fucking henchmen be waiting for her? Or have they already got her in the meantime?

FUCK!!!!!

Adrenaline rushes through his body.

He picks up his cell phone and is about to redial her number when his eyes fall on messages and he notices he's received new ones.

With shaky hands, he opens the messenger service.

LIV... she sent him a message about an hour ago....

FUCK... She's in the hospital. Had to step in, hopes she won't be long.

Jolly storms back into his apartment, grabs a second gun, holsters it as well and is already on his way to the parking garage.

The traffic is driving Jolly mad, and he angrily bangs his steering wheel again and again, swearing to himself in Swedish. When he finally arrives at the hospital.

He looks around, but the car he suspects belongs to Artur's henchmen is nowhere to be seen.

Jolly drives into a side street and parks. He pulls a sweat jacket that is lying on his back seat over his turtleneck sweater to cover his holster with the weapons and the bandage from his graze. He also pulls his baseball cap low over his face and starts walking towards the hospital, always keeping an eye on his surroundings.

Jolly slowly strolls to the entrance of the emergency room, where he would have preferred to run, walks in and looks around.

The emergency room is, as always, overcrowded. Nursing staff and doctors are rushing around.

With a petrified face, Jolly goes to the registration desk and waits impatiently until the nurse has time for him.

When she finally turns to him, Jolly has red crescent moons in his palms from his fingernails, which he has pressed into his flesh to stay calm.

“And what problem do you have?” she wants to know from him and lets her gaze wander up and down him, lingering on the injuries on his face. The bruises are fading, the stitches on his lip and eyebrow are healing, the fresh laceration on his temple has been stitched up and dressed with a plaster.

“Um, Dr. Knox, Olivia Knox... she stepped in at short notice today.... Is she still here?” he asks the nurse, who raises her eyebrow at this question.

“I'm not responsible for that kind of information!” she explains reservedly and looks at him again.

Jolly tries to remain calm and smile, which he fails horribly, “I know, I'm sorry, but it's important, really important, that I speak to her!”

“I'm sorry....” the nurse begins, but Jolly grabs her hand, ‘Please!’ he pleads urgently, ”I HAVE to speak to her, can't you quickly see if she's here!”

“Is there a problem?” another nurse wants to know, eyeing Jolly suspiciously.

“Dr. Knox... is she still here?” the first nurse sighs and turns to the second nurse.

“Olivia? No... I don't think so, she must have left a few minutes ago....” explains the second nurse.

“Where to?!” gasps Jolly, ”I mean through which exit?!”

“Side exit, she wanted to go to the parking garage!” replies the second nurse.

“Thank you!!!” Jolly presses out and is already on his way to the side exit, pushing his way through the waiting patients.

When he finally reaches the street and looks around, Olivia is nowhere to be seen. With a bad feeling, he walks towards the parking garage. Damn, he can't be late.... It's a shame that Olivia took the car. She usually takes the subway..... FUCK...

The parking garage is full, but deserted. God, she could have just parked anywhere, Jolly thinks desperately and runs through the first floor, looking for her or her car. After failing to find her, he runs to the second floor and searches everywhere there too. FUCK..... how many floors does this fucking parking garage have, and how many fucking parking spaces, he wonders. When he reaches the fifth floor, he realizes that he is slowly running out of breath and his chest and ribs are hurting more and more. But he can't take that into consideration, not as long as he hasn't found his Liv. Breathing heavily, he has to support himself against a concrete pillar and pause for a moment. His head is also pounding and his stitched temple is throbbing. Jolly feels sick and dizzy. FUCK, he doesn't have time for this now!!! Suddenly he hears a cry, which is stifled.

Feverishly he looks around again and again, FUCK, WHERE are they? Out of the corner of his eye, he sees movement and stops abruptly, peers into the dark alcove and can make out movement.

Without thinking, Jolly sprints towards the alcove, he hears muffled sounds of struggle, as if someone is fighting back vehemently and desperately, muffled screams, as if the person's mouth is being covered. Furious rage boils up inside him when he finally sees the scenario before him. Two of Artur's assholes are wrestling with Liv, his Liv, who is desperately trying to escape the brutal grips. Jolly rips off his sweat jacket, grabs one of his combat knives and grabs the first of the men standing closer to him, grips his chin from behind and pulls him away from Liv, who looks at him with panicked eyes. Without hesitation, Jolly plunges the knife into the man's back, below the ribcage, knowing he will hit the man's kidney and give him a certain death. Almost silently, the man collapses in front of him.

With a wild look in his eyes, he climbs over the corpse, the blood-soaked knife raised. The second guy now has Liv in his grasp and is holding a gun to her head, “Fuck off, Swede!” he hisses in panic, “Or she'll be dead in a minute!” Growling, Jolly walks on, the man stumbles backwards with Liv until a wall at his back blocks his escape route. He looks around frantically. “Listen..... Artur wanted her...... I'm just following orders!” the guy gasps. Jolly continues to walk towards him without a word, pure murderous lust glowing in his eyes. His gaze flutters to Liv, who hangs pale as death in the man's arms, her eyes wide with terror, barely daring to breathe. It's lightning fast, the man can barely follow as Jolly, in one smooth movement, brutally pushes the hand with the man's gun back against the wall with his free hand and rams the knife into his side with the other. A single shot, muffled by the silencer, goes off and fades into the silence of the parking garage. Panting, the man looks Jolly in the eye in panic as Jolly pulls his knife out of his body again and rams it full force into his head, right between his eyes. The man stares at Jolly in disbelief, unable to believe what has just happened, then rolls his eyes and collapses, dragging Liv with him as he still clutches her waist.

Jolly is quicker, reaches for her and saves her from falling, pulling her to him, “It's all right... you're safe!” he swallows hoarsely as he presses her against him. Olivia's whole body is shaking and she can barely calm down as she clings to him, sobbing and completely distraught, her fingernails digging into his skin through the thin fabric of his top.

[art-of-fools]

If you could bring 5 book boyfriends to life who would you bring?

Grayson hawthorne (tig)

xander hawthorne (tig)

keefe sencen (kotlc)

stellan korolev (the conspiracy of us)

alexei volkov (embassy row)

[illionia]

More on the Makayuri family!

Vladimir Nikoliavich Makarov, 43 years old.

Yuri Alexei Volkov, 40 years old.

Dimitri Igor Fedorov, 5 years old.

Ivan Mikhail Fedorov, 5 years old.

Anastasia Tatiana Makarov, 6 months old.

[mariacallous]

On November 17, the Russian Justice Ministry announced that it had filed a lawsuit with the Supreme Court demanding that the “international LGBT movement” be banned as an “extremist organization” in Russia. The agency failed to explain what exactly the “LGBT movement” is, who leads it, or how it’s structured, but it claimed to have identified signs of an “extremist orientation” in its workings. The Supreme Court is scheduled to consider the request on November 30. Meduza has compiled some of the initial reactions to the suit from prominent Russian journalists, politicians, and bloggers.

Valery Fadeyev

Chairman of Russia’s Presidential Human Rights Council

What LGBT movement? Is this a movement, an organization, that exists in Russia? That what my initial thought. We’ll have to look at the details of this lawsuit and see what we’re talking about here.

Yekaterina Mizulina

Head of the Safe Internet League

This means a serious barrier will be imposed against values that undermine Russia and destroy our identity. I want to thank the courage and professionalism of our law enforcement officers, Justice Ministry specialists, and Safe Internet League experts who helped prepare this historic event. We’re making progress.

Farida Rustamova

Independent journalist

The Russian Justice Ministry invented the “international LGBT public movement” and is now trying to ban it. In practice, this will likely mean they’ll be able to jail someone for having a rainbow flag on their social media avatar, for example. That’s the kind of electoral campaign Putin is running as he approaches his fifth term.

Leonid Volkov

Politician, Alexey Navalny associate

And so it begins: Putin’s “electoral campaign dedicated to traditional values” that we were promised, with Russia portrayed as a “family of families.”

Well, to be precise, it started a bit earlier, when they suddenly launched their anti-abortion agenda from all directions. Now is the second step. The fact that there’s no “extremist LGBTQ+ organization” is of no concern to anyone, of course; Putin’s political strategists need the image of an enemy that the elderly president can confidently defeat, and as a bonus, all Center E branches will get the chance to fabricate as many criminal cases as they want and receive promotions.

Ksenia Sobchak

Journalist and media figure

EVERYONE has finally fucking lost it. It’s just unbelievable.

We’re really going to find ourselves in the same league as North Korea, the Taliban, and Hamas pretty soon.

Yevgeny Popov

Deputy chair of the State Duma Committee on Information Policy, propagandist

The details of this lawsuit are not very clear, and, of course, we can’t predict what decision the court will make. So let’s refrain from speculating about it right now, because we’ve begun discussing even the rainbow openly and publicly. Let’s not be absurd — it’s impossible to ban a rainbow, wind, storms, or clouds.

As far as LGBT’s recognition as some kind of organization — let’s look at the explanations, the arguments from both sides. It will be a very interesting legal process. For now, I don’t have an understanding of how it will be interpreted.

Sergey Badashmin

Lawyer

Are they going to declare rainbows “extremist material?”

Maksim Olenichev

Lawyer

LGBT activists will continue their work; after all, there are millions of LGBT people living in Russia. But their work will get significantly more dangerous. The number of LGBT initiatives will most likely shrink, some will go underground, but the work of helping LGBT people will continue — in new conditions and with higher risks.

Sergey Parkhomenko

Journalist

Am I understanding correctly that this international LGBT movement that the Russian Justice Ministry wants to declare extremist and ban is not a specific organization, not a legal entity or an association of people, but just the general LGBT movement, small “m,” with no quotation marks, in its entirety, in all of its forms and manifestations, on a global level?

Or am I missing something, and they mean something or someone more specific?

Georgy Urushadze

Founder of the publishing company Freedom Letters

So you’re telling me that the Taliban can’t be declared extremist, but an entire human rights movement can? [...]

We’ll show them our flag. Along with our middle fingers.

[thepaleys]

The next two trips abroad were with the goal of bringing about the reality of the Grand Duke's decision to enter a morganatic marriage with Mme. Pistolkors. We stayed in Paris and Berlin for a while and finally made a tour of Italy, accompanied by the Grand Duke's two aide-de-camps, Likhatchev and Efimovich. Likhatchev had the mission to find an Orthodox Priest abroad who would agree to marry the Grand Duke and Mme. Pistolkors. His search, though, was unsuccessful, and we returned in the lurch to Petersburg. The Grand Duke was suffering a lot, and fell sick again. Mme. Pistolkors once again cared for him with much devotion until all improved. We left again for Berlin, and then on to Italy while the aide-de-camp Likhatchev energetically continued his search for an Orthodox Priest who would consent to the morganatic marriage of the Grand Duke and Mme. Pistolkors. He finally found one, a Greek priest who, for a tidy sum, agreed to marry them.

That same day, Likhatchev asked me on behalf of the Grand Duke to sign a certificate which established the following facts: the status of widower of Grand Duke Paul and the divorce of Mme. Pistolkors. I tried in vain to decline the request, as it created the possibility of incurring the displeasure of the Emperor, Nicholas II. Likhatchev, though, kept repeating that he would bear all responsibility. I had to give in. Aside from the three of us, Efimovich, Likhatchev and me, the act was even signed by a fourth person. Two days later, the Grand Duke came to find me in my room and said: "I am alone here, abroad, and I have neither parents or close relations. So, Volkov, give me your blessings for my marriage." I gave my blessing to the Grand Duke. We cried, both of us, and hugged warmly. The wedding of Grand Duke Paul took place in Verona. I did not attend. After the wedding, the princely couple returned to Florence.

MEMORIES OF ALEXEI VOLKOV - Personal Valet to Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna 1910 - 1918

[represseddilfs]

𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜

Indie role play blog featuring mainly older male OCs. Smut based. Dark and triggering content will be present and not tagged. Exploration of older, typically repressed married men. OC and canon friendly. Semi-selective, low to medium activity. Dash only. Written by Murdock, 29+ NB.

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Arthur Dawson: Mechanic, 53, dominant (JR Bourne)

Richard Winston: Bar owner, 55, dominant (Jeffrey Dean Morgan)

Santiago Mendez: Detective, 48, switch (Pedro Pascal)

Forest Martin: Rancher, 46, dominant (Ian Bohen)

Alexei Volkov: Arms dealer, 43, dominant (Charlie Hunnam)

Marshall Teller: Personal trainer, 40, switch (Alan Ritchson)

Brandon Harris: Crooked cop, 45, switch (Tom Hardy)

Dominic Ricci: Surgeon, 56, dominant (Joe Manganiello)

Thomas Grant: Motorcycle street racer, 42, dominant (Ryan Gosling)

Nicolas Pederson: Band manager, 42, dominant (Chris Pine)

Carlos Alvarez: Professor, 49, switch (Danny Pino)

Cameron Davis: Baker, 42, switch (Chris Evans)

Dante Branson: Stock broker, 50, dominant (Anson Mount)

Jason Parker: Retired boxer, 54, dominant, (Hugh Jackman)

Elias Hoffman: Soldier, 43, switch (Luke MacFarlane)

Liam Abrams: Retired porn star, 55, dominant (Frank Grillo)

Rowan Montgomery: Gym owner, 45, dominant (Jon Bernthal)

Sebastian Richards: Author, 47, dominant (Liam O'Brien)

Ryan Cho: Theatre actor, 54, dominant (Daniel Dae Kim)

Dylan Cromwell: Tailor, 52, switch (Ewan McGregor)

Joshua Conelly: Stay at home dad, 40, switch (Henry Cavill)

Lance Priest: Construction site manager, 47, dominant (David Harbour)

Andrew Weeks: Lawyer, 45, dominant (Pablo Schreiber)

Oliver Velasco: Musician, 44, switch (Oscar Isaac)

Silas Perez: Outlaw biker, 45, dominant (Santiago Cabrera)

William Reichheld: Bounty hunter, 55, dominant (Tim Olyphant)

Joel Beckerman: Firefighter, 40, dominant (Sebastian Stan)

Bartholomew Walsh: Distiller, 47, switch (Cillian Murphy)

Nathaniel King: Security specialist, 54, doominant (Josh Brolin)

Dimitri Volkov: Arms dealer, 43, dominant (Joel Kinnaman)

Augustine Nelson: Casino owner, 58, switch (Keanu Reeves)

Caspian Fitzgerald: Hippotherapist, 42, dominant (Jake Gyllenhaal)

Max Berry: Contractor/house flipper, 53, dominant (Skeet Ulrich)

Zane Weisman: Wrestling coach, 33, dominant (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

Deacon Abbott: Assassin, 52, dominant (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau)

Wyatt McNabb: Repossession specialist, 34, switch (Ryan Corr)