Chapter >> 19 [x]
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Warnings >> Alcohol mention, death mention, family / parents, injury mention, smoking
‘More information has been released on the explosions in Charter Hill from a few days ago. The office building in question was supposedly in use as a hideout by the infamous fixer known as “the Broker” on the streets. The explosion itself did minimal damage, but most of the building has been consumed by the fire that broke out on the lower levels.
The NCPD has yet to confirm the number of casualties though emphasizes that no innocent civilians have been caught in the crossfire. The Broker has presumably died on the premises. Their mercenaries have scattered across town and thus far, no further incidents have been reported.
It appears that peace has finally returned to the streets of Night City. And with that, the weather.’
It was the end of August.
The streets were dark. A pitch black sky hung over Night City, heavy rainfall threatening to pour down and a hint of static in the air though not quite enough yet for a full storm to break loose. Nearing the evening hours- the sweet spot right before rush hour where the whole city seemed to be holding its breath, roads left eerily abandoned as restaurants and bars began opening their doors and people packed up their things to leave work and go home.
The run-down apartment building cast a dark shadow on the streets of the Glen, curtains of windows behind bars and grids closed and apartments left unilluminated and cold. The graffiti-covered entrance hall was abandoned- the sound of heels clacking softly on the faded and cracked tiles leading up to the concrete staircase, a single bright fluorescent ceiling light flickering and swaying from a strong breeze blowing in from the hall.
It was one of the older buildings in town. Its initial purpose had been to become a beautiful and bright home to working class families- affordable housing close to work, with stable electricity and HVAC and everything else needed to be able to live comfortably and safely raise a kid or two.
An idea, a dream; exactly how many projects in Night City often started, a vision easy enough to make reality yet halted halfway through because of financial reasons, corporate interference, gang territory expansion, a cyberpsycho incident, economic or political interests or a cocktail of several- or all- of those reasons.
Which is how the building had instead ended up as a derelict ruin with barely working electricity and apartments in the possession of shady owners- some going for triple the rent it was worth and others cheap but in such poor condition one might as well be sleeping on the streets.
Home, sweet home.
The seventh floor stood entirely abandoned, its apartments burnt down after a fire a few years back. All except one; in the far back, safely tucked away from the main street and overlooking the outskirts of Vista Del Rey, though the windows had not been cleaned in who knows how long leaving not much outside to see.
It was small, cozy. A single room apartment with a tiny bathroom in the corner, the door only half in its hinges and never repaired. It held barely any furniture, an old couch with coffee table that missed a leg marking the living room with a mattress on the floor behind it as bed, and a small kitchen on the left next to the front door made out of mismatched cabinets and an old oven and stove that looked like it was as old as time itself.
Despite the clear absence of a resident, the place was not as dirty as it could have been. Recently dusted and the kitchen counter was clean, fridge in working order running on an external generator and stocked with basic foods and some liquors. A safehouse, presumably; or at least a temporary refuge for someone who needed desperately to hide, or simply needed the solitude from time to time.
Cold, grayish blue eyes slowly trailed the dark room, the silence inside nearly deafening. Who had known Night City could be so quiet? Everything else was so far away, an aura of loneliness weighing down on the stuffy interior air making it harder to breathe. Searching hand found a light switch- flicked it on, and a string of colored lights along the top of the window on the other side of the room turned on, bathing the apartment in a soft, reddish pink glow.
Home, sweet home.
It did not feel like it.
He slowly took off his coat, holding it under his arm as he carefully walked further into the room. Ran his free hand through his short, slicked back hair- it was a little damp, still, caused by the humidity outside as well as inside, and he exhaled a little sharper than he had meant for as he quickly dried his hand on his pants.
The place made him uncomfortable, despite the warm and inviting atmosphere the colored lights created. It was too heavy with history- too much hardship had happened between those four decrepit walls and too much of it lingered still and it left him with so many questions; questions he clearly already knew the answers for, but questions that would not leave him alone either way.
Matvey had lived in an apartment like that himself, too.
Many, many years ago; when he had been in his early twenties, only recently escaped his parents’ home, struggling to find balance in the multitude of aspects of his life and struggling to get by.
His eyes trailed the walls, over pictures that had been left there, faded by the decade that had passed but showing people, friends, at parties and roaming the Night City streets after dark, smiling brightly at the camera with closed eyes and scrunched up noses.
And his gaze lingered on one boy in particular, present in nearly all of them- bleached blond hair that reached his waist, some freckles covering his forehead and cheekbones, pale grayish blue eyes above a wide smile, and a small gap between his front teeth.
Oh, Vitali.
Matvey carefully took one of the pictures from the wall, only barely able to contain his irregular breathing and heartbeat as he slowly scanned the faces of both his son and someone unfamiliar next to him; a boy with light brown hair and golden eyes, face full of piercings and a tattoo peeking out of his shirt on his neck.
They were kissing in the picture. Matvey had never even gotten the chance to meet him.
The howling of the wind outside made him shiver while he quickly put the picture back, hairs on his arms standing up straight as the cool breeze blew through cracks and holes in the outer wall of the apartment.
It did not feel right to stand there. It did not feel right to exist in the space Vitali had once existed in, struggling to get by, struggling to survive in a city that was so desperately trying to swallow him whole. And if Matvey could go back in time to change it- any of it-
But it was far too late for that now.
‘Vitali?’
Matvey stood motionless as he watched his son enter the house- flashlight of his phone illuminating the dark hallway- coming home from one of his classmates’ infamous parties while Matvey himself was already getting ready to go to work.
‘Party lasted a little longer than I had thought,’ Vitali instantly blurted out, and Matvey glanced at his watch; nearly five in the morning, and Vitali would have school in only a few hours- but most importantly, Nadya had not even given him permission to go in the first place.
Matvey lowered himself on the couch and exhaled sharply, the memories washing over him like a tidal wave slamming itself into the coastline. Memories of an easier time; but now he was not so sure anymore, wondering if it had truly been as simple as he had always thought, wondering if perhaps his own judgment was clouded, unreliable.
Matvey slowly walked closer to Vitali, trying to think of anything to say; scold him, perhaps, punish him for his recklessness and misbehavior-
But something stopped him from doing so.
Something on Vitali’s face- the way his eyes widened the second his father began moving closer, the way he clearly tried to find the right words to say- the way he swayed on his legs and could barely keep his phone in his hand and the way his eyes almost glossed over when Matvey got close enough-
He simply reached out and plucked a half smoked cigarette out of his son’s hair.
Nadya had not needed to know.
The lights along the wall and ceiling lightly flickered as another strong wind caused the glass of the window to rattle in its frame. A late afternoon dust storm blowing in from the Badlands, leaving the city streets in a thin layer of sand once it would settle down again; the one time anyone would be glad to have a roof above their head, no matter how run-down.
Matvey clasped his hands together, frown decorating the upper half of his face, the howling of the wind the only thing breaking through the silence surrounding him alongside the ringing in his ears the explosions from a few days earlier had left him with-
His eyes fluttered shut and a shaky exhale left his chest.
Oh, Vitali.
It had not been worth it.
Months of planning, months of fighting- months of losing sight of what was right and what was wrong and everything in between and most of all losing sight of what it had all been for in the first place. Revenge? Trying to prove a point? Trying to be good enough for a woman who had lost interest somewhere down the line, to the point she had started to become more of a stranger to him than his own wife?
And where had it led him?
Where had it all led any of them?
‘Perimeter is clear. You should be safe here.’
The familiar voice was comforting, in a way.
It sounded different now; the years had not been kind to him, but still Vitali had grown up to become a fine looking young man radiating more confidence than he had ever done at any point in his childhood, and Matvey would be lying if he said he was not proud of his son for getting to the point in his life he was at now.
He opened his eyes again and watched as Vitali entered the apartment, cane lightly clacking on the old wooden floorboards with every step he took. His eyes trailed the room- though too fast for anyone to be able to fully take in any of the smaller details, and the white-knuckled balled fist along his body told Matvey he would rather be anywhere else.
‘Thank you, for this,’ Matvey quietly said in Russian, but Vitali cut him off with a single shake of his head. He couldn’t even look him in the eyes- gaze fixed on the photos on the wall as he took a step back, wincing lightly and putting his hand over the patched up wound in his side.
‘I don’t want your gratitude,’ he coldly replied. ‘Words mean nothing. Not anymore.’
Matvey understood.
Nothing he could say would set things right. Nothing he could say would change what had happened, would make it all go away- and as far as Vitali was concerned this could easily be part of his plan, still, trying to get closer to him in a vastly different way; try to gain his trust and strike when everyone would least expect it to come out victorious at the end of it all either way.
It would have been a genius plan, Matvey had to admit- well within his capabilities too, he could have pulled it off.
But that was not who he was.
Not anymore.
‘You have- a long way to go,’ Vitali quietly continued, taking out his cigarette case, flicking one out and carefully lighting it, the flame of his lighter softly illuminating the space around him.
‘Make things right. Somehow. Prove to me that you are better without Nadya. And I can’t help you with any of that, so- good luck figuring it out for yourself. I have nothing to win or lose in any of this anymore, so do whatever you feel like doing.’
A nonchalance to his voice, but the words he spoke were heavy. As if all of it was a burden to him- and Matvey knew exactly why, having had enough interactions with Vitali’s friends thus far to know that they did not fully support his son’s decision.
His actions would speak louder than words.
Of course Vitali did not know that Matvey had come with him to that tiny ripperdoc shop- Viktor, I believe his name is- and had stayed with him all that time, refusing to sleep, agreeing to let himself be handcuffed as humiliating as it was just to ease others’ minds.
Of course he didn’t know that Matvey had helped that fixer, Rogue, put together a fake profile for the Broker to get that poor excuse of a Council’s attention away from the both of them entirely and to make sure the NCPD had a name to settle on to put the case to rest in their archives, never to be seen ever again.
And of course he didn’t know that Matvey had willingly allowed some netrunner he could not remember the name of wipe his own entire existence from Arasaka’s database, to make sure they would never find out the truth but at the same time rendering him incapable of ever returning to the corporation, even if he for whichever reason so desperately wanted to.
But what difference would it make if he knew?
‘I won’t let you down,’ Matvey finally answered, lowering his gaze to the ground. Not out of shame, or dishonesty- but if anything out of fear, fear of what he would see on his son’s face, fear of his words being taken with a grain of salt despite how heavy they weighed on his tongue, despite how sincerely he meant them, and he clenched his fists on his lap as a sharp exhale left his body.
A long way to go.
But at least Matvey knew where to start.
‘Hey, Vito.’
The interior of Misty’s shop was comfortably warm, gently illuminated by a few lit candles scattered around. A welcoming sight as always- the interior colorfully decorated but not too clashing or too bright on the eyes, and Vitali would be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel at home.
She hadn’t closed yet; though no one else was inside at that time of day, most of Little China’s residents seeking shelter from the dust storm passing over elsewhere in either the Megabuilding or one of its many diners or restaurants. Misty herself was stood behind the counter, leaning on top with her elbows and softly humming a song.
Vitali wiped his feet on the doormat and quickly took off his mask and glasses, stuffing them in the pocket of his long coat before giving Misty a wave and a smile as he walked closer. She smiled back at him in return; and reached out to ruffle his hair the second he got within her reach, sand and dust falling out of it like snowflakes and sticking to his clothes on the way down.
‘Is Vitya still here?’ he asked, setting his cane down beside him and leaning on the counter as well, eyes fixed on the deck of tarot cards in Misty’s hands she was shuffling.
‘Of course,’ was the response, as usual. ‘City never sleeps.’
‘Neither does he, it seems.’
‘And neither do you.’
Vitali scoffed, a smile lingering on his face as he lowered his gaze to the floor beneath his feet. He couldn’t even argue with her; had not slept at all last night despite recovering from a shot that could have killed him- that should have killed him- only a few days ago.
‘Got time for a reading?’ Misty asked, reaching out to place her hand on Vitali’s before he could pull back to make his way outside, to get to Viktor’s shop. ‘Startin’ to become kind of a tradition at this point, I think.’
‘Hm- with V, maybe.’
Vitali paused, reaching out to the tarot deck in his friend’s hands- she fanned them out near automatically for him, a slightly questioning look in her eyes- and he picked one out, turning it between his fingers and clicking his tongue upon seeing the result.
‘Your cards do not like me very much,’ he finished his sentence with a wink and a smile, and he grabbed his cane again while dropping the tarot card labeled “death” face up on the counter as he made his way around it through the back door of the esoterica.
He had walked down those stairs many, many times before; knew the route to Viktor’s ripperdoc clinic as intimately as the route between his office and his home. Perhaps even more so- visits albeit sparingly going back years in time to long before his time as a fixer, long before he had moved into the penthouse he lived in now.
The familiar smell of sharp disinfectant entered his nose halfway down the steps. The familiar struggle to open the gate to get inside- the familiar sight of Viktor mid drying his hands on a hand towel on the other side of the room, giving him a warm smile as he slowly walked over.
‘Was wondering when you’d show your face again. How’re you feeling?’
‘Tired,’ Vitali bluntly answered, closing the gate behind him. ‘My whole body wants to lay down in bed and never get out, my skull feels cracked and I have not had an appetite since I woke up, but- what can you do.’
Viktor reached out- a gesture that nearly caused Vitali to flinch, a rush of adrenaline locking up the muscles in his neck- and gently cupped his cheek, slightly tilting his head around as he checked his eyes; then placed his hand on Vitali’s forehead, a soft hum that could have both been of approval as well as disapproval leaving his throat.
‘It’ll settle soon enough,’ he finally spoke. ‘You were-’ A pause. ‘You were close to-’
‘I know, Vik,’ Vitali quickly interrupted the old ripperdoc. ‘I know.’
Vitali could not remember much of any of it anymore.
He remembered feeling the cool night air on his skin, the very same slight breeze that had later caused the fire inside the building to spread rapidly from floor to floor. He remembered being lifted into a car- being held by several people at once, staring up through the half opened car window to the dark sky and heavy clouds and the blinding city lights flashing by.
They had brought him there. To Viktor’s shop. He had no longer been conscious by then, and it had taken him a while to wake up after being stabilized; and even then he could still not remember when and how exactly he had gotten home, and the previous day was by that hour also mostly a blur to him.
Vitali’s gaze met Viktor’s again and he instantly took notice of the expectant look in his eyes; no words leaving his lips, but the question was crystal clear to him either way. And in hindsight, Vitali was not entirely sure anymore why he had gone to Vik’s in the first place, when there was really not much else to say.
‘I brought him to the safehouse today,’ Vitali sheepishly said, fumbling with the handle of his cane and lowering his gaze to the floor. ‘He will be staying there for- well, I don’t know. Until he has figured out what to do next, I suppose.’
‘Good.’ Short response. Vitali nearly wished he had just gone home instead. ‘Did it ease your mind?’
He absently nodded, Viktor’s words taking a moment to settle in his brain and as they did the light bobbing faltered and faded into a sigh, shoulders slumping forward as he reached out to grab a chair from beside him and he slowly sat down.
‘I thought it would, but… I don’t know anymore,’ he answered honestly, barely able to look Viktor in the eye as the man sat down on his own stool nearby and wheeled closer. A comforting move- and Vitali’s heartbeat settled down a little as it happened, glad he did not have to cut the conversation short.
‘Did I-?’ he started, frowning as he reconsidered his words and momentarily searched for something else to say. ‘Shouldn’t I have-’
‘Hey- no. Don’t start doubtin’ yourself now, kid.’
The soothing tone of Viktor’s voice seemed everlasting with his patience, and Vitali closed his eyes and dropped his head as the ripperdoc put a reassuring hand on his wrist.
‘Not after everything you’ve been through,’ he added to the statement, and fuck, how Vitali wished he hadn’t- if he had just made a couple of different decisions somewhere along the way then he wouldn’t have had to-
‘But what if I was wrong?’ Vitali blurted out, the words lingering inside his head for much longer than necessary and rendering him unable to keep his mouth shut, like many times before. ‘What if-’
‘You’ve made plenty of mistakes in your life, V,’ Viktor immediately interrupted him. ‘Just like all of us. Just like me.’
Well, that was unexpected.
Vitali frowned and looked back up, Viktor slightly averting his gaze to a point right behind Vitali to not have to look him in the eyes.
‘One of my biggest mistakes?’ he continued, a sudden instability to his voice that had not been there before and he gave Vitali’s wrist a soft squeeze. ‘Not listenin’ to you. Trying to tell you to not join Arasaka after you’d already let me know there was no changing your mind. Pushing you away like that.’
Vitali could not help but wonder how long the other man had been sitting on that one.
Wind blew in from up the stairs, rattling the gate behind them and causing the orange cat curled up in a little makeshift bed next to it to jump up, hiss, and skitter across the floor to sit between Vitali’s legs instead. He absently reached down to give him a few scratches on the head- Jack, he believed Viktor had named him- and used the moment to let the words settle in his head again.
Fuck, he was tired.
‘You were right,’ he finally replied, vividly remembering how desperately Viktor had tried to convince him to not sell his soul to the corporation so many years ago.
‘Doesn’t matter if I was right or wrong,’ Viktor cut him off again with a single shake of his head. ‘I wasn’t there for you the way you needed me.’
‘You’re not my dad, Vik.’
‘But he wasn’t there either, was he now?’
Silence washed over the room and a pang of anger tightened Vitali’s chest; though he managed to shrug it off with ease, knowing the frustration was unnecessary since Viktor was merely stating facts. He lowered his gaze again, staring at Jack who was slapping his ankles and attempting to bite through one of his shoes- and for some reason it caused a small smile to take shape on his face, despite the rest of the circumstances he’d found himself in.
‘Look, kid,’ Viktor quietly said, ‘I can’t tell you whether you made the right call or not. Truth is, I don’t know. I don’t know what I would’ve done. But I trust your judgment. And I’m not gonna let history repeat itself.’
‘What if I am wrong?’
‘Then we’ll find out soon enough. What else are you gonna do about it now?’
He was right.
Of course he was- what else was there for Vitali to do? He could lock Matvey up, and then what? Accidentally turn him into a second Ravager because of it? He was not leaving the man to his own devices. Was not trapping him but would keep an eye on him either way, make sure the things that had happened would never ever happen again-
‘Every decision you’ve made along the way has led us here. You did the best you could.’ Viktor stood up again, giving Vitali a gentle pat on his shoulder before turning around to tend to the mess on his desk, grabbing a stack of papers and shoving it into one of the drawers.
‘You’re just one man, Vito,’ he continued, ‘and you know what? Him too. What’s wrong with this city is that too many folks have this- this “kill who you can kill” mindset. Let’s be honest here, what real difference would it have made to take this one man’s life?’
‘Others have died along the way,’ Vitali bluntly fired back, reaching down and barely reacting when Jack instantly attacked his fingers, pupils dilating upon spotting Vitali’s rings and trying to pull one off his hand. ‘It would’ve been better to save them.’
‘And you tried, didn’t you? Had you killed him, would things have been different? Who else would have lived? Who else would have died?’
It was impossible to say.
Too many external factors at play- Ravager and Dupoint as rogue variables, as well as each and every single one of his father’s mercs. Nadya’s influence had changed so much; what would she have done if Vitali had successfully killed Matvey at any point in time? Would she still have wanted to remain on the sidelines?
‘Sometimes, living is a punishment,’ Viktor suddenly quietly said and Vitali looked back up at him, needing a second to realize he himself had stood up as well and had followed Viktor further into the room.
‘The human mind punishes itself more than enough- and death just… puts an end to that. It’s what makes it so appealing to some when life gets very difficult for them.’
His words were carefully chosen and Vitali could feel his chest tighten again, a lump in his throat making it harder to swallow. He knew Viktor was just putting out general statements, but he couldn’t help but take notice of the slightly targeted remarks dripping down from between the lines, the backside of a coin presented to him visible through a reflective surface behind it.
‘I don’t think the others understand,’ Vitali absently mumbled, a poor attempt at changing the subject.
‘And I don’t think that matters all that much,’ was the ripperdoc’s straightforward response. ‘Nothing’s been forgiven. Nothing’s been forgotten. You simply spared his life and gave him a temporary place to stay, an opportunity to better himself. What he does with that is out of your control.’
He made it sound so easy.
Vitali rarely worried about his reputation among others, knowing very well he could not satisfy everyone and attempting to do that would be as useless as trying to rid Night City of all crime. Sure, he tried his best to stay on the good side of at least the Council- even during all of this he had done nothing to anger them on purpose- but he did not let his worries about it stop him from doing what he felt was best for the situation, or for the parties involved.
But accusations were starting to stack up rather rapidly now. The belief some had he had joined Arasaka again for a while- unaware of the brainwashing, or simply refusing to believe it had happened- the belief some had he was the Broker himself, and now the doubts people had in him because of the outright refusal to kill his father despite the man being just one person in the bigger picture of things.
‘Do you think it will work out?’ Vitali carefully asked, watching as Viktor began setting some tools back on a shelf- and for a split second he was twenty years old again, swaying on his feet with his head completely elsewhere begging Viktor to tell him it would all be okay, to tell him it would be worth it, only to be met with deafening silence and an averted gaze.
‘Of course it will, kid,’ Viktor quietly said and an involuntarily, relieved sigh left Vitali’s chest.
‘It always does.’
Everything would fall in place in time. Viktor was right- of course he was. Vitali had no idea how long it would take, what it would take, but he wasn’t one to give up so easily and neither were any of his friends and for any of them to walk away now after everything they had been through together would be the most unrealistic scenario he could think of.
Of course it would be fine, in the end.
‘Can’t say I’ll ever like him, though,’ Viktor suddenly jokingly added to his statement. ‘But- s’pose we can coexist in peace.’
Vitali huffed in response, taking a step back to lean against the wall. ‘Can you imagine.’
‘Not in a million years.’
They were quiet for a moment, Vitali’s mind wandering off a little as he considered the possibility.
‘I mean,’ he quickly added- not entirely sure why he felt the need to, but it was already too late to stop the words from leaving his lips- ‘he’s a boxer. Like me. Like you.’
Viktor stopped what he was doing to turn to Vitali, and in his eyes where Vitali had expected to find judgment he instead found a softness that gave him just enough courage to keep talking.
‘Makes the worst jokes I’ve ever heard,’ he softly continued, ‘worse than Mikhail, if you can believe it. We used to… We used to watch those horrible hospital tv shows together every Sunday night when Nadya wasn’t home. We would rank all the male doctors from most to least attractive… We never settled on a winner.’
His voice finally trailed off and so did his gaze, glossy eyes trailing over the concrete floor and settling on a small stain near Viktor’s feet.
‘I’m sorry, this is- this is probably too soon, I didn’t mean-’
‘No such thing as too soon.’ Soothing, still, despite it all, like the strong hand he reached out and rested reassuringly on Vitali’s shoulder.. ‘You’ve had to carry that with you for years. Through all of this.’
He had.
Not at any point in time had Vitali stopped seeing Matvey as his father.
‘It feels like a lifetime ago,’ he mumbled, and his eyes fluttered shut when Viktor stepped forward and pulled him in for a hug, a sense of comfort washing over him and taking away any worries he’d had when he had entered the shop.
‘You think things will go back to how they used to be?’
‘No,’ Viktor replied without hesitation, but his voice lacked any hostility.
‘Absolutely not. And that’s for the best.’
The penthouse was not yet dark when Vitali came home, a couple of lights from the living room dimly illuminating the hallway leading up to the front door. A welcoming sight; his years in solitude had not done him well and Vitali would be forever glad to no longer have to live alone.
Mikhail and Vincent were curled up on the couch together under a blanket, quietly laughing about a joke one of them had made. The TV was still on, and Vitali’s eyes trailed over the coffee table- drinks and the remnants of snacks scattered across the marble tabletop.
Movie night. He had missed it a lot in the past few months.
‘Hey baby,’ Vincent said as Vitali walked closer and he reached out to gently grab both of Vitali's hands to drag him on the couch next to him. ‘How’d it go?’
‘Good,’ Vitali answered, leaning in to press a soft, slightly hesitant kiss on the corner of Vincent’s mouth. ‘Good, I think. He’s at the safehouse, everything is settled. For now.’
A short pause, as he sucked in a shallow breath and took a moment to scan both their faces. Vincent had not stopped smiling since he had entered, still looking up at him with a sleepy look in his eyes; but Mikhail refused to make eye contact, visibly biting the inside of his cheek as he instead played with Vincent’s hair. He was notably holding back all of his tics.
‘And here?’ Vitali quietly asked, gaze lingering on Mikhail a little longer until he finally looked up to answer.
‘Rogue called,’ he said. ‘Council has…mostly calmed down by now. The fake profile and “evidence” was enough to convince them and- well, streets are mostly back to normal. Which is really all they ever wanted in the first place.’
‘No ties to me? Or my-’ He stopped to swallow his words. ‘Or to Matvey?’
‘None at all,’ Vincent replied, and carefully brushed some of Vitali’s hair out of his face. ‘Don’t expect an apology from them, but- it’s over now.’
Vitali huffed. ‘All I ever wanted.’
It would do him good to finally no longer have to deal with them. The feeling of their eyes on his back had been a constant annoyance throughout the whole ordeal and all of that could have so easily been prevented if they had simply listened to him from the start.
But Vitali found it was best not to dwell on the Council’s behavior and decisions for too long. As Vincent rightfully said- expecting an apology would be as stupid as expecting to get any financial compensation or support from them for the resources and supplies lost along the way.
At least it would secure his spot out of their direct line of fire during the next Council meeting, whenever that would be. The thought alone already made him shudder- he’d never been all too fond of the gatherings in the first place, but they had gotten significantly worse since, well, recent developments.
‘What about Rogue?’ he finally asked, pushing his own thoughts aside.
‘Mostly just sounded very relieved that it is all over now,’ Mikhail said, shrugging as he grabbed the TV remote to turn off the still rolling credits from whatever movie they’d watched. ‘Will you- Will you go see her?’
‘Did she say anything?’
‘No.’
‘Then I should probably just stay out of her way for a while. Best for all of us.’
That finally got a smile out of Mikhail, glancing over to look at Vincent who had kept his mouth shut but was furiously nodding and Vitali gave him a playful poke in his side, causing his boyfriend to snort and accidentally headbutt Mikhail in the arm in his delayed attempt at dodging.
‘You know what we should do?’ Mikhail asked, playful sparkle in his eyes as he jokingly pulled Vincent closer to hold him in a headlock. ‘Go on vacation. Get out of town for a little bit.’
‘Hmm- Sounds lovely,’ Vitali said with a smile, kicking off his shoes and pulling his legs up on the couch as he moved closer to the both of them and allowed Vincent to drag him in for a hug. ‘Where to?’
‘Panam and Judes are going back to Arizona for a while, meet up with Saul and the others there,’ Vincent said, holding on to Mikhail’s arm with one hand and placing the other on Vitali’s waist. ‘Could go with ‘em- or the east coast.’ He glanced up to look at Mikhail. ‘You still got family there?’
‘I do.’ His eyes briefly lingered on Vincent before moving back to Vitali, and a few soft clicks of his tongue left his lips before he continued. ‘They still want to meet you, by the way.’
Vitali softly smiled back and lowered his gaze, chest tightening a little as Mikhail spoke. He had often mentioned his extended family in their childhood; had often asked Vitali to come with him one day, and how Vitali had wanted to but had never been allowed to travel outside of town because of Nadya and her general dislike of his friend.
Things are different now. She’s not here.
He couldn’t help but wonder where she was, though. If she was doing well.
‘I’m going to bed, important day tomorrow at office.’
Mikhail finally let go of Vincent and kissed him on the head, then reached out to ruffle Vitali’s hair- receiving a fake groan in return as response- and he leaned in to give him a hug, hands on the back of Vitali’s head and running in circles on his back as Vitali dropped his head in the crook of Mikhail’s neck and briefly closed his eyes.
Everything is fine. You’ve not ruined anything.
Mikhail gave him a kiss on his temple and then finally got up from the couch, stretching and yawning before making his way toward the hallway on their left.
‘Good night, you two.’
‘Night,’ Vitali replied in unison with Vincent, who immediately mumbled ‘jinx’ after it and instantly received another poke between his ribs from Vitali. He giggled and shuffled closer, pressing his face against Vitali’s shoulder as he carefully wrapped his arms around his waist.
‘Took you long to get home,’ he murmured against Vitali’s neck, softly pressing his lips against his skin.
‘Had some things to do,’ Vitali absently replied and hooked his arm under Vincent’s leg to pull him on his lap, quickly glancing into the hallway to check if Mikhail was out of sight.
‘Nothin’ I wouldn’t do, I hope?’
Not a surprising question- and Vitali could not blame him. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t considered it; stopping by a bar on the way there, or on the way home, couple shots wouldn’t hurt him- on a surface level, at least- and at least it would cause his anxiety to settle down for the time being.
But he couldn’t do that to Vincent. Not again.
‘I went to see Vitya,’ he quietly explained himself, gently cupping Vincent’s cheek to make him look up at him, and gave him another soft smile. ‘That’s all.’
Vincent blinked a few times and then leaned in to Vitali’s touch, cheek pressing against his palm- slightly turned his head to kiss it, before turning back and gently fixing the collar of Vitali’s shirt for him. Keeping his hands busy; he was nervous.
‘I’m sorry,’ he mumbled, one of his fingers hooking into Vitali’s shirt a little bit and brushing past his collarbone. ‘Shouldn't've doubted you.’
‘Hey,’ Vitali gently interrupted him and placed his hands over Vincent’s, waiting until his attention was back on him. ‘It’s okay. I get it.’
‘No, no- it’s- I just-’
‘All of it.’
He almost startled himself with it; but it was the truth.
No amount of attempting to justify himself and his actions would take away the fact it made sense people had started to doubt him somewhere along the way. If anything, Vitali’s stubbornness had made everything ten times more complicated than had been necessary and he was surprised it hadn’t caused any bigger arguments to break out in all the time that had passed.
‘My family has always been complicated,’ he quietly continued, lowering his gaze and softly running his thumbs over Vincent’s hands. ‘I- I don’t expect you to ever understand and I know what it looks like from the outside. I do. And I can’t blame you at all.’
‘Vito-’
‘I don’t know if I’m making a mistake with this.’ A brief pause, a shaky inhale. ‘I don’t know what is going to happen next, what he will do. What I will do. But I just- I couldn’t kill him.’
‘I know, baby.’
Vincent carefully cupped Vitali’s face in both his hands and leaned in- a brief moment of hesitation, as if they’d been sent back in time and suddenly had only been together for maybe a month or two- and kissed him as sweetly as he always did, the familiar taste of his peach chapstick spilling into Vitali’s mouth as he pulled him closer.
Vitali would be lying if he said he hadn’t been scared he would never get to experience that ever again.
‘Suppose it was complicated for him too,’ Vincent quietly continued, slightly pulling back and brushing his nose past Vitali’s, ‘considering- well, you know. And… I won’t fully understand it, but I understand that. Can’t fuckin’ stand my piece of shit oldest brother but if I’d find him bleeding out I- I also- you know. A little different, of course, but- I get it. I do.’
‘I never meant for any of you to get dragged into all of this,’ Vitali mumbled, keeping his eyes closed as he softly pressed his lips against Vincent’s again. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘You keep apologizing, but none of this is your fault. He started hunting you down- that’s on him.’
‘I should have dealt with things differently-’
‘How?’
Vincent pulled back a little further and Vitali finally opened his eyes, barely able to see his boyfriend through the blur of his own tears.
‘What would you have done differently if you could go back in time?’ Vincent asked, running his thumbs over Vitali’s cheeks. ‘What would you change?’
‘I would… I would’ve…’
He couldn’t finish his sentence.
‘Bit late, don’t you think? Or should I say early?’
Vitali’s eyes fluttered shut and he exhaled deeply, slowly dropping his head against the front door as he closed it with a soft click and reluctantly turned around to face his father- once again already dressed to leave for work, arms crossed in front of his chest.
‘They really wanted me to be there,’ he quietly mumbled in response, wincing slightly when Matvey reached out to grab his jaw and gently run his thumb past a large bruise on his cheek.
‘I can tell,’ he replied. ‘What happened?’
‘Nothing for you to worry about.’
‘Are you alright, at least?’
Vitali clenched his jaw and could not force an answer out of himself.
He wouldn’t have done anything different. And he knew. And he knew that Vincent knew.
Perhaps foolish, or naive- but it had paid off in the end, as messy as it had been. Death happened each and every day in Night City and even fixers weren’t safe from that; a somewhat morbid reminder of that to mercenaries and the Council alike, and if anything it had finally woken them up after who knows how long of being so certain of their own untouchability.
Who knows how it all would have ended, had Vitali done something different? Who would have lived? Who would have died? He was no longer sure what had caused the dominos to fall in the first place- and there had been no way to prevent it from happening, years of events setting it in motion out of itself- and no one had been able to predict where the chain reaction would lead them in the end.
‘Family’s fuckin’ complicated,’ Vincent said, kissing Vitali on the forehead before getting up and walking over into the kitchen to pour the both of them a drink. ‘I’m just glad that it’s over now. And that you’re still with me.’
Vitali absently nodded, gaze wandering off to the large windows along the wall behind him, looking out over the balcony and the pier of Wellsprings, the vast ocean blending in with the dark horizon far outside the city.
And for a brief second, he could feel his entire body freeze, eyes locked onto the darkness ahead and breath caught in his throat; it felt familiar, too familiar, swallowed whole by the endless void with the feeling of eyes staring right back at him, waiting, expectantly.
‘Hey.’
Vincent had walked back to him, concerned frown decorating his brow as he sat back down next to him and gently cupped his cheek to force his gaze away from the ocean and back on him, the warmth of the light above the coffee table causing the uncomfortable feeling in his chest to settle down- but it did not vanish entirely.
‘I love you,’ Vitali quietly said, the words heavy in his mouth as he spoke and he could only barely stop a tear from escaping the corner of his eye when Vincent smiled at him and pulled him closer to his chest, the warmth of his arms finally making Vitali feel at peace again, and at home.
‘And I love you, baby. Not ever gonna change.’
Life in Night City moves fast.
Its endless crowds are an overwhelming presence during every hour of the day, under the sweltering west coast sun as well as under the blinding city lights long after dark. An ever-growing playground for corporations, fixers and fortune seekers alike- the city of dreams that swallows everyone who does not know what they’re getting themselves into whole; without remorse, and without hesitation.
A city where tragedy strikes too often for people to concern themselves with it anymore- most have grown numb after years and years of hearing the same news on the radio, and most know it’s a waste of energy to even try to care. Cut off one head and two take its place; and one seed planted can infect many at once, leaving the source of the problem nearly irrelevant in comparison to what has grown in the meantime.
Impossible to predict and impossible to control. Many have tried- many have failed- from corporations attempting to get inside people’s heads and control their every move from within to a single man taking matters into his own hands to try and rid the streets of its corruption, starting with its intricate network of fixers and mercenaries as a whole.
But in all of that, there are still people who do care. Who choose each other over and over again- who choose life, over and over again- who refuse to be stripped from their humanity and hold on to it as tightly as they hold on to each other through it all.
The city itself might never change. But people can.
That’s what makes us human after all, isn’t it?
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Air Freight from China to Washington DC: A Guide for Businesses
Air freight is the transportation of goods by aircraft, usually over long distances and across international borders. Air freight offers many advantages for businesses that need to ship their products quickly, reliably, and safely. In this article, we will explore the benefits of air freight, the overview of the air freight industry, the air freight services from China to Washington DC, the factors to consider when choosing an air freight service provider, the cost considerations in air freight from China to Washington DC, the customs and regulatory requirements for air freight, and some tips for successful air freight shipments.
Advantages of air freight for businesses
Air freight has several advantages over other modes of transportation, such as sea, road, or rail. Some of the main benefits of air freight are:
Speed: Air freight is the fastest way to transport goods, especially over long distances and across continents. Air freight can reduce the transit time from days or weeks to hours or days, depending on the destination and the flight availability. This can help businesses meet their deadlines, satisfy their customers, and avoid inventory costs.
Reliability: Air freight is more reliable than other modes of transportation, as it is less affected by weather conditions, traffic congestion, strikes, or political unrest. Air freight also has a high frequency of flights, which means that there are more options and flexibility for shippers and consignees. Air freight can also track and monitor the status of the shipments in real-time, which can enhance the security and visibility of the goods.
Safety: Air freight is safer than other modes of transportation, as it has lower risks of damage, theft, or loss of the goods. Air freight also has stricter regulations and standards for handling and packaging the goods, which can ensure the quality and integrity of the products. Air freight can also handle fragile, perishable, or hazardous goods with special care and equipment.
Accessibility: Air freight can access remote or hard-to-reach areas that other modes of transportation cannot. Air freight can also connect to major airports and hubs around the world, which can expand the market reach and opportunities for businesses. Air freight can also offer door-to-door service, which can simplify the logistics process and reduce the hassle for the shippers and consignees.
Overview of the air freight industry
The air freight industry is a complex and dynamic sector that involves various stakeholders, such as airlines, freight forwarders, customs brokers, cargo agents, ground handlers, airport authorities, and regulators. The air freight industry is also influenced by various factors, such as the global economy, trade policies, consumer demand, fuel prices, technology, and environmental issues.
According to the International Air Transport Association (IATA), the air freight industry carried 61.2 million metric tons of cargo in 2022, representing 35% of the global trade value. The air freight industry also generated $124.8 billion in revenue, accounting for 12% of the total airline revenue. The air freight industry is expected to grow at a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 4.9% from 2022 to 2027, reaching 88.8 million metric tons of cargo and $176.8 billion in revenue by 2027.
The air freight industry is divided into two segments: scheduled and non-scheduled. Scheduled air freight refers to the cargo that is transported by passenger or cargo airlines that operate on fixed routes and timetables. Non-scheduled air freight refers to the cargo that is transported by charter or ad hoc flights that operate on demand and flexibility. The scheduled air freight segment accounted for 86% of the total air freight volume and 82% of the total air freight revenue in 2022, while the non-scheduled air freight segment accounted for 14% of the total air freight volume and 18% of the total air freight revenue in 2022.
The air freight industry is also categorized into three markets: domestic, regional, and intercontinental. Domestic air freight refers to the cargo that is transported within the same country or territory. Regional air freight refers to the cargo that is transported between neighboring countries or regions. Intercontinental air freight refers to the cargo that is transported between continents or distant regions. The intercontinental air freight market accounted for 65% of the total air freight volume and 74% of the total air freight revenue in 2022, while the regional air freight market accounted for 23% of the total air freight volume and 18% of the total air freight revenue in 2022, and the domestic air freight market accounted for 12% of the total air freight volume and 8% of the total air freight revenue in 2022.
The air freight industry is also segmented by commodity type, such as general cargo, express, special cargo, and mail. General cargo refers to the cargo that does not require special handling or equipment, such as clothing, electronics, or machinery. Express refers to the cargo that requires fast delivery, such as documents, parcels, or e-commerce. Special cargo refers to the cargo that requires special handling or equipment, such as perishable, fragile, hazardous, or oversized goods. Mail refers to the cargo that consists of letters, postcards, or packages. The general cargo segment accounted for 51% of the total air freight volume and 46% of the total air freight revenue in 2022, while the express segment accounted for 28% of the total air freight volume and 32% of the total air freight revenue in 2022, the special cargo segment accounted for 15% of the total air freight volume and 16% of the total air freight revenue in 2022, and the mail segment accounted for 6% of the total air freight volume and 6% of the total air freight revenue in 2022.
Air freight services from China to Washington DC
China and the United States are two of the largest trading partners in the world, with a bilateral trade value of $635.7 billion in 2022. Air freight plays a vital role in facilitating the trade between the two countries, especially for high-value, time-sensitive, or perishable goods. According to the U.S. Department of Transportation, China was the second-largest source of U.S. air freight imports and the third-largest destination of U.S. air freight exports in 2022, with a total air freight volume of 1.2 million metric tons and a total air freight value of $82.4 billion.
There are various air freight services available for shippers and consignees who want to transport their goods from China to Washington DC, depending on their needs, preferences, and budgets. Some of the common air freight services are:
Direct flight: This is the fastest and most reliable way to transport goods from China to Washington DC, as it involves a single flight that connects the origin and destination airports without any stopovers or transfers. However, this service is also the most expensive and the least available, as it depends on the flight frequency, capacity, and demand. According to Flightradar24, there are only two airlines that offer direct flights from China to Washington DC: Air China and United Airlines. The flight duration is about 14 hours and the flight distance is about 11,300 kilometers.
Indirect flight: This is the most common and affordable way to transport goods from China to Washington DC, as it involves one or more stopovers or transfers at intermediate airports along the route. This service can offer more options and flexibility for shippers and consignees, as they can choose from different airlines, routes, and schedules. However, this service is also slower and less reliable, as it increases the transit time, the risk of delay, and the possibility of damage or loss. According to Flightradar24, there are many airlines that offer indirect flights from China to Washington DC, such as American Airlines, Delta Air Lines, Cathay Pacific, Emirates, Lufthansa, Qatar Airways, and more. The flight duration can range from 16 to 24 hours and the flight distance can vary from 12,000 to 16,000 kilometers.
Consolidation: This is a way to reduce the cost and increase the efficiency of air freight, as it involves combining multiple shipments from different shippers into one large shipment that is transported by a single flight. This service can offer lower rates and better utilization of space for shippers and consignees, as they can share the cost and the capacity of the flight. However, this service is also subject to availability and compatibility, as it depends on the volume, the weight, the dimension, and the nature of the goods. Consolidation is usually done by freight forwarders, who act as intermediaries between shippers and airlines. Freight forwarders can also offer other value-added services, such as booking, documentation, packaging, customs clearance, and delivery.
Charter: This is a way to customize and optimize the air freight, as it involves renting an entire aircraft or a part of it for a specific shipment. This service can offer more control and convenience for shippers and consignees, as they can choose the type, the size, the schedule, and the route of the aircraft. However, this service is also the most expensive and the least accessible, as it requires a large volume, a high value, or a special need of the goods. Charter is usually done by charter brokers, who act as intermediaries between shippers and airlines. Charter brokers can also offer other value-added services, such as insurance, security, and supervision.
Factors to consider when choosing an air freight service provider
Choosing an an air freight service provider is an important decision that can affect the success of the shipment. There are many factors to consider when choosing an air freight service provider, such as:
Reputation: The reputation of the air freight service provider can indicate the quality, the reliability, and the professionalism of their service. Shippers and consignees can check the reputation of the air freight service provider by looking at their credentials, certifications, accreditations, awards, reviews, ratings, testimonials, or referrals. For example, some of the reputable air freight service providers from China to Washington DC are [Xianrong Global], [FedEx], [UPS], [CEVA Logistics], and [DB Schenker].
Experience: The experience of the air freight service provider can demonstrate their expertise, their knowledge, and their capability of handling different types of goods, destinations, and situations. Shippers and consignees can check the experience of the air freight service provider by looking at their history, portfolio, case studies, or references. For example, some of the experienced air freight service providers from China to Washington DC are [Kuehne+Nagel], [Expeditors], [Agility], [Panalpina], and [Nippon Express].
Service: The service of the air freight service provider can reflect their customer orientation, their responsiveness, and their flexibility of meeting the needs and expectations of the shippers and consignees. Shippers and consignees can check the service of the air freight service provider by looking at their communication, consultation, quotation, booking, tracking, reporting, or feedback. For example, some of the air freight service providers that offer excellent service from China to Washington DC are [SF Express], [C.H. Robinson], [Hellmann], [Geodis], and [DSV].
Network: The network of the air freight service provider can influence their coverage, their availability, and their efficiency of delivering the goods from China to Washington DC. Shippers and consignees can check the network of the air freight service provider by looking at their partners, agents, affiliates, or subsidiaries. For example, some of the air freight service providers that have a strong network from China to Washington DC are [TNT], [Kerry Logistics], [Yusen Logistics], [Bollore Logistics], and [Logwin].
Technology: The technology of the air freight service provider can enhance their performance, their security, and their transparency of transporting the goods from China to Washington DC. Shippers and consignees can check the technology of the air freight service provider by looking at their systems, platforms, tools, or applications. For example, some of the air freight service providers that use advanced technology from China to Washington DC are [Amazon Air], [JD Logistics], [Alibaba Cainiao], [Flexport], and [Freightos].
Cost considerations in air freight from China to Washington DC
The cost of air freight from China to Washington DC can vary depending on various factors, such as the weight, the volume, the dimension, the nature, the value, the origin, the destination, the service, the season, the demand, and the supply of the goods. The cost of air freight can be calculated by using different methods, such as the chargeable weight, the dimensional weight, the actual weight, or the volumetric weight. The cost of air freight can also include different components, such as the base rate, the fuel surcharge, the security surcharge, the terminal handling charge, the documentation fee, the customs clearance fee, the delivery fee, or the insurance fee.
According to the World Freight Rates, the average cost of air freight from China to Washington DC in 2022 was $4.5 per kilogram, based on the chargeable weight method. However, this cost can change depending on the specific details of the shipment, such as the weight, the volume, the dimension, the nature, the value, the origin, the destination, the service, the season, the demand, and the supply of the goods. Therefore, it is advisable for shippers and consignees to compare the quotes from different air freight service providers and negotiate the best deal for their shipment.
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Customs and regulatory requirements for air freight
Customs and regulatory requirements are essential for air freight, as they ensure the compliance, the safety, and the legality of the goods that are transported from China to Washington DC. Customs and regulatory requirements can vary depending on the type, the value, the origin, the destination, and the purpose of the goods. Customs and regulatory requirements can also involve different documents, such as the commercial invoice, the packing list, the air waybill, the certificate of origin, the export declaration, the import declaration, the customs bond, the duty payment, or the inspection certificate.
According to the U.S. Customs and Border Protection, the general customs and regulatory requirements for air freight from China to Washington DC are:
The goods must be classified according to the Harmonized Tariff Schedule of the United States (HTSUS), which determines the applicable duty rate and the eligibility for preferential treatment.
The goods must be declared to the customs authorities at the port of entry, which is usually the airport where the goods arrive. The declaration can be done electronically or manually, depending on the value and the nature of the goods.
The goods must be accompanied by the required documents, such as the commercial invoice, the packing list, the air waybill, the certificate of origin, the export declaration, the import declaration, the customs bond, the duty payment, or the inspection certificate. The documents must be accurate, complete, and consistent, as they can affect the clearance process and the duty assessment.
The goods must be subject to the customs inspection, which can be random or targeted, depending on the risk and the compliance level of the goods. The inspection can involve physical examination, document verification, or laboratory testing, depending on the type and the nature of the goods.
The goods must be released by the customs authorities after the completion of the declaration, the payment of the duty, and the clearance of the inspection. The release can be immediate or delayed, depending on the availability and the capacity of the customs authorities.
Tips for successful air freight shipments
Air freight shipments can be challenging and complex, as they involve many factors, such as the weight, the volume, the dimension, the nature, the value, the origin, the destination, the service, the season, the demand, the supply, the cost, the customs, and the regulations of the goods. Therefore, it is important for shippers and consignees to follow some tips for successful air freight shipments, such as:
Plan ahead and book early, as air freight can be subject to availability and capacity constraints, especially during peak seasons or special events.
Choose the right air freight service provider, as they can affect the quality, the reliability, and the professionalism of the service, as well as the cost, the speed, and the convenience of the shipment.
Choose the right air freight service, as it can affect the transit time, the frequency, the flexibility, and the availability of the shipment, as well as the cost, the security, and the visibility of the goods.
Pack and label the goods properly, as they can affect the safety, the integrity, and the quality of the goods, as well as the compliance, the clearance, and the delivery of the shipment.
Prepare and submit the documents correctly, as they can affect the legality, the accuracy, and the consistency of the goods, as well as the clearance, the duty, and the inspection of the shipment.
Track and monitor the goods regularly, as they can enhance the visibility, the security, and the transparency of the goods, as well as the communication, the feedback, and the resolution of the shipment.
Conclusion
Air freight is a fast, reliable, and safe way to transport goods from China to Washington DC, especially for high-value, time-sensitive, or perishable goods. However, air freight can also be expensive, complex, and challenging, as it involves many factors, such as the weight, the volume, the dimension, the nature, the value, the origin, the destination, the service, the season, the demand, the supply, the cost, the customs, and the regulations of the goods. Therefore, it is important for shippers and consignees to understand the benefits, the overview, the services, the factors, the costs, the requirements, and the tips of air freight from China to Washington DC, and to choose the best air freight service provider and service for their shipment.
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