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[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 24 -- Yefim Bobrov

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 24 are just below the cut!

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Face Sitting with Yefim Bobrov x f!Sole

Yefim is just a big ole softy with a stern expression, if you ask me. He's also just doing his best, and definitely deserves a break once in awhile 👀

So, here's this! Hope y'all like it! 😁

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Included: Face Sitting, face riding, oral sex, cunnilingus, comfort, overstimulation, little bit of exhibitionism kink, multiple orgasms, aftercare.

Words: 2.2k

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Sole’s eyes snapped open at the slam of the door, blinking awake in the dim of the hotel room as she sat up with a start. 

A soft thud sounded from the too-dark space in front of her, a rough outline of a man leaning against the door. Another thud, and Sole realized it was her partner’s head making the noise, jamming against the back of the door as Yefim huffed out a sigh. 

“Long night?” Sole scooched forward in the bed, tossing the sheet to the side as she made to get up, but Yefim stilled her with a wave of his hand. 

“Very. Just glad it’s over with.” 

He pushed off the door, dragging his feet along the carpet as he approached the bed and sat heavily down next to her. 

“Sorry for late night.” Yefim said quietly as he looked down at his knees. “Hope I didn’t wake you.” 

“I was only dozing,” Sole said on a yawn, unintentionally, as she leaned to the side, letting her head fall into his shoulder affectionately. Yefim wrapped an arm about her, pulling her closer by the hip. 

“You wanna talk about it at all?” Sole wrapped her arms around his waist in turn, using that as an excuse to lean further into his warmth. 

“Not particularly. But…” Another sigh escaped him, and she felt the dramatic rise and fall of his shoulders with the heavy breath. 

“But?” She prodded, feeling the way his frustration was bubbling up over his skin. Almost like it was crawling out from beneath her hands. 

“But… It's just my brother. Nothing new.”

“Hmm. What did he d–”

“He asked me to try and run the bar again, when he knows I-I can’t do it. He knows this.” Yefim’s free hand gestured heavily, punctuating the irritation that accompanied every word. “First he was drinking on the job, as I’ve asked him not to do a hundred or more times.”

Sole felt his urge to pace building in him, but his reluctance to unwrap his arm from her, to pull himself away from her grasp was too strong. Instead, his one hand did the brunt of the work, continuing to flail and wave alongside the notable rise and fall of his tone. 

“Then he asks if I can be behind bar. Is he lunatic? Man the bar and babysit?” He huffed a humorless laugh, “So I am out there, running whole place. Whole place, while Vadim and friends drink until Scarlett finally makes call to give them watered down drinks instead. Already they were too wasted to even know their drinks were shit, but it’s the principle of it.”  

Another frustrated sigh left the man, and Sole released her hold to let him fall back on the bed. Yefim’s arms spread wide as he made his final gestures with his eyes tightly closed. As if that could shut out the memory of it all. 

“Now I shoo drunk customers, I clean, I close bar, close inn, I drag stupid brother to bed, and come back to you later than you deserve. Is ridiculous.”  

“That is ridiculous, Yefim.” The bed shifted as Sole laid back on the mattress beside him. “And… you’ve talked to him about his drinking?” 

“Thousand times. At least. Vadim says good for business to have bartender that is also having good time. Horseshit says me.” 

“And me.” Sole piped up, “I just… Maybe I can try talking to him.” 

Yefim’s head swiveled to the side, looking into her bright eyes in the darkness of the room. 

“You’re his brother, you know? Maybe he’d listen if it was someone else mentioning it.” 

“Maybe…” He said, unconvinced. 

“I can at least try, okay?” Sole pressed forward as she faced him, touching her lips to his as reassuringly as she could. “And for the record, you can wake me to come and help, if you want.”

Even in the darkness, Sole could see the way Yefim’s jaw dropped even at the mere thought of it. 

“Wake you for that? Never, myla moya. Could not dream of it.” 

“Look, I had a newborn not too long ago– well, relatively speaking, so I’m no stranger to being woken–”

“And I’m saying I will not have it, Sole. Not because of my idiot of a brother.”

Sole let out a light chuckle, and heard Yefim echo it sweetly, some of the night’s irritation trickling away with the bits of creeping levity. 

“Okay, baby. Well, just let me know if there is something I can do. I’d love to help you out in some way.” 

Yefim hummed at that, somewhere between a thoughtful sound and one holding a bit more… mischief. 

“Maybe is one thing.” He whispered, and Sole could hear the blush in his little voice. 

“And that is…?” She led on, allowing the fingers of one hand to brush down over his bicep playfully.

“You know, lyubov. You make me say it loud?” 

She nodded, and her teeth gleamed in the dim with the vastness of her grin. 

A dramatic sigh escaped him, and the muscles of Yefim’s arm tensed beneath Sole’s touch. 

“Fine. Fine! I say… Need you here, Sole.” 

“Where?” She teased, “I can’t see where you pointed in the dark.” 

Another groan from him had Sole shaking from her giggles, and now she could see the way her partner’s face had transformed. First from a tense and creased frustration, to a flushed embarrassment, and now to a playful delight that had butterflies dancing in her belly. 

“Want you here, schuman!” 

Sole squealed as Yefim rounded on her, his arms pulling her body over his until she straddled him; but he didn’t keep himself in place, instead shimmying his body down the mattress until her panty-covered heat lay flush over his face. 

A groan left him almost immediately, as Yefim’s hands went to her thighs, gripping tightly to their plushness as they surrounded his head. He took a deep breath in, a cooling sensation washing over Sole’s center as he sucked in, tasting her sweetness through the fabric. 

“Ahh, Yefim…” She breathed out his name as her hands grasped to the prickly top of his shaved head, holding him in place as his spit began to wet through the front of her underwear. 

“Should’ve taken these off first, baby.” Sole took a peek down at his face, to see his reaction to her words, but the man was already lost in her. His eyes were closed in bliss, his mouth already laving over her heat with reckless abandon that had her reeling in her attempt to keep up. 

“Yefim, darling, I–” Sole’s head fell back with a moan as he nipped at her, his bottom teeth catching on her clothed clit in just the right way to make her hips buck against him. 

“Will take off in moment.” He promised with a muffled voice, before the whole of his mouth was undulating against her pussy, kissing her lower lips like he would the ones upon her face. With finesse, with tenacity, he went at her until Sole was rutting against him in earnest. 

Then, as her own wetness too began to soil the cotton garment, Yefim’s deceptively strong arms lifted her clean off of him. 

“Take off, and then come back to me.” He commanded her, and Sole followed easily. Out of breath and glistening with a light layer of sweat, Sole moved back to remove the sopping panties, as well as the longsleeve she wore with the intent to sleep. 

This was not sleeping, and the thing was much too warm for all this activity, but the main reason for it to come off sounded from below.

“Dermo, Sole, you are…” Yefim finished his… compliment? With a groan as she sidled up over his body again. His eyes followed her, her expression, as she looked down at him with half-lidded eyes, her breasts, where they jutted out pleasantly and jiggled slightly from her movements, that soft, plush stomach, her rounded hips… and she was all his. 

Sole could see that thought clearly in his rich, dark gaze, the way his mouth seemed to water just from the sight of her overtop him. 

“Ty takyj garnyj. You are so beautiful.” Yefim reached his hands out as he spoke, lovingly pressing his fingers into the give of her ass, his thumbs to her hipbones, guiding her back to her rightful place over his waiting mouth. 

Sole’s grin couldn’t be contained as he eased her down until his lips could press to the slick heat of her folds once more. At least, not until that blushy, sweet expression was dashed from her face as Yefim began his work. 

His mouth moved over her lower lips like he was trying to smother her, his tongue prodding and laving like she was a hive with delectable honey nestled deep inside, just waiting to be claimed as his. Sole had to steady her hands on the mattress to keep from toppling over with the array of sensations he poured onto her. 

“Yefim,” She breathed, “It’s like you’re starving.” 

He mumbled out his agreements from below, the grip on her thighs increasing almost to the point of pain. Her breath picked up, her hips rocked, and the point of Yefim’s nose ground against her clit in such a way, it had her legs shaking and her fingers clenching until they ached from the pressure over the bedsheets. 

“Jesus, baby, d-don’t stop.” 

Sole knew he wouldn’t, not now, as she grew closer and closer to her release, nearer to pouring out her affection over his hungry, pleading tongue. 

Yefim knew it too, with the way her movements grew jagged and erratic over him. Even with the painful ram of her clit into his nose with too much force, even with the whole weight of her riding and rutting into his mouth, damn-near smothering him, Yefim only pushed further into her– inviting the smothering, if it meant he could taste every last bit of her love, if he could bury himself in her forevermore and forget every worry, every frustration in his life in favor of this. 

If this could be his life… He would die to make it happen. If that were the price of it. 

Sole cried out as his fingers pressed bruises into her thighs, as her body stuttered one final time and yelled out his name for any still awake enough to hear. 

She didn’t care. They had her Yefim up and working until this very point, and it rubbed her all the right ways to think some of those drunken jerks might be awake right now, listening to all the ways Yefim can please his woman, even after dealing with their sorry asses all evening.  

She made him sound damn good. 

His name continued leaving her on a series of breaths, as her legs shook with sheer bliss, as her stomach tightened and released, as her toes curled and her fingers clenched and she saw colors bursting behind her eyelids against the loud darkness of the room. 

“F-fuck, baby, I can’t–” Another broken moan interrupted her, as his hands stayed locked like the unforgiving jaws of a metal clamp over either of her thighs, and his mouth continued nursing and nipping over her oversensitive clit. 

“Ahh, Yefim, that’s… you got me, I’m–” 

A weak gush of slick burst from her as her clit pulsed against his rubbing, prodding tongue, and Sole felt her head go light from the great release of pressure for the second time in such a short span. 

“You can… holy shit, you, you got me.” 

Her muscles quivered, her legs trembled and she tried to rise away from the overwhelming contact, her sore legs straining in his iron hold. 

“Yefim, can’t take any more. Please.”

The innkeeper growled at her protests, obviously far from finished in his mind, as he loudly lapped and slurped at her slickness. It had Sole flushing with more than just oversensitivity and arousal, but with embarrassment at his shamelessness. 

“Hon…” She tried one last time, weakly, as a sad little whine escaped her sore throat, as she felt herself shudder again with a muted half-climax that left her in a daze over him. 

At last, her partner’s grip eased, and he guided her drained body from overtop him, and back onto the mattress. 

A brief few moments of darkness passed, and Sole blinked her heavy eyes open from where she rested against the plush pillows at the correct end of the bed. She barely had the consciousness left to discern how she’d gotten here at all, until Yefim’s form swam into her focus. 

“Thank you, dearest.” He whispered, and she felt the warmth of a rag pressing between her soaked thighs. Pleasure sparked from the pressure, but Yefim pulled away a moment later, after he deemed her clean. 

“The best distraction in all the wasteland.” Another– she assumed, short– blink, and Yefim was in bed beside her, shirtless and in soft sweatpants as he folded her into his arms. 

“We can sleep now, lyubov moya. Finally.”

One last blink turned to unconsciousness, as Yefim pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head, and Sole drifted off into a notably heavy sleep.

[boxbrained]

who up caring about fallout 4 npcs that nobody else likes (last pic is a transfem headcanon. estrogen and a blunt would've solved travis' problems)

[harlstiel]

Doing the Confidence Man quest in Fallout and I see Travis wasted no time...

After I got the whole "Vadim was kidnapped" speech by Yefim, I went to Talk to Travis. After I talked to him, I turned to leave and I shit you not, Scarlett was getting out of his bed.

Good for him. Go Travis. Woo. Bit awkward though.

[slocum-dodson]

The Dugout Inn

After knocking Moe out, I wandered in a drunken haze. Flinginging my powerful body into the Inn owned by those two Russians.

This smiling son of a bitch saw my bloodied knuckles and still tried to sell me booze...It worked and I found myself positively dripping with the stuff.

Naturally, I threw away my suit as it weighed me down. I picked up a chef's hat because it gave me the confidence I needed at the moment. I also mistook one of the brothers for the other. The one who doesn't smile was unfortunately the victim of my rage. For that I am sorry.

Raw displays of masculinity were witnessed by the people of Diamond City. Displays are only exemplified by myself and the being known as Moe Cronin.

The Dugout Inn witnessed my animal magnetism. My explosive charisma.

I spotted a nerd hiding behind the bar and the potted plant so naturally, my rage was thoroughly aroused.

This was a lesson that needed to be taught. Taught by a man who can shrug off heavy fire from a super mutant. This nerd had inadvertently stepped into the kitchen and as a man who knows a thing or two about doughnuts, I felt it best to show him the steps.

[goodneighbours-resident-charmer]

Is anyone interested in the timeline I made for the Bobrov brothers after way over-analyzing Vadim’s interaction with MacCready? It’s more sequence of events than actual dates (and took some liberties with assumptions), but that is something I have stashed in my notes app.

[callmewisteria]

Vadim: Just before the fire, a life insurance salesman came to the house, and, when he saw his sale wasn't going to be effective, he became infuriated, yelling at George. Quote, "Your goddamn house is going up in smoke, and your children are going to be destroyed."

Piper: *laughing* Vadim, I think we solved it! Alright, it's been fun, see you later!

Vadim: *wheezes*

Yefim: *stares at them, confused*

Piper: "I will set this house and your children are going to die!" Hmm...who could it be? Who could have done this?

Vadim: The Institute.

[callmewisteria]

we fucking stan Vadim and Yefim

How about a Bobrov brother to sketch?

No queue so this is very fresh, and also its almost 7 am lmao.

During my playthrough with Ruby, I really fell in love with this character, He is always there, serving the best vodka, and smiling and cheering no matter what you do.

Kofi II Patreon II others

[advanced-imbecile-art]

Alone. Again. (A Fallout OC Fic)

After a series of misadventures between the Commonwealth and Capital Wastes, an old Mojave courier finds himself alone at a bar. He had expected not to be but the man he hoped to make his companion had long departed Diamond City without so much as a goodbye. So now he sits at the Dugout Inn intent to try and dull his sorrows with alcohol lest he fall to older and harder habits. If only a distraction could come along to break him from his sorrows...

------------------------------------------------------------------------ Just a short story for my Courier Six OC, Elias Ables.

Featuring mentions of Rose from @meatgrinderminefield and an appearance from @elligatorrex's Daniel Carver.

Nothing explicit in this fic, but there are mentions of injuries and heavy drug use. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

“When I said to drown your sorrows, I did not mean it so literally!”

Elias' lowered his empty glass with a breathless huff. A hand going to stifle a cough as Bobrov's Best burnt through his senses. There was no point trying to explain to Vadim, the burly proprietor of the Dugout Inn, that ever since a gaggle of brains in floating jars had hot-swapped his insides it took a calculated effort to get just a meager buzz. Even if he tried, it would likely just get a laugh and a compliment for coming up with such a tale. He settles for a placating wave of the hand.

“It's fine... I'll be fine.”

“Normally, I not protest! But Yefim had been nagging away about oh Vadim it's so hard to carry drunks to bed. Though I do see his point not letting patrons drink to death. No repeat business from corpses, ha! Even worse! You say you are wallowing over Mel, yes? Tsk! Little robot tinkerer is not worth such emotions. Did not even pay tab before skipping town. Likely to wherever No-Nose went. I- ”

Elias wasn't sure what look crossed his face, but it must've been something severe to bring Vadim's chatter to a sudden halt. Having to bite back harsh thoughts while reminding himself the barkeep knew not what actually happened to Bobbi No-Nose. Shot down in her own safe house for her attempting to breach the Mayor of Goodneighbor's. Wherever Mel had decided to go, Elias wished it was somewhere safe... and that he had waited until they could've talked again. The sting of tears filling his lonely eye turning his vision to a swimming mess. Ah. That was probably what stopped him. A grown man crying was always an awkward sight.

Damn it all, Elias pressed a weathered palm to try to force away tears, maybe skip the alcohol, go straight back to the Med-X.

“This one on the house. For a man who has clearly traveled many hard roads.”

Noting the more solemn tone to Vadim's voice, Elias peered to see a fresh round being poured into his glass. He muttered a thanks to which the barkeep returned a nod before departing to the other end of the bar. His booming personality now turned on regulars who were more in the mood for such frivolity.

Idle fingers traced along the thick wraps he kept over his missing eye. Following the shape of jagged scar tissue that ran underneath it. An attempt to sate the prickling feeling underneath without picking into his skin. His thoughts drifting back to that of Med-X. Not his first time being clean. Probably not his last... Dr. Amari and Rose had insisted and he had been in no condition to refuse with everything that happened after the return from the Capital Wastes. It was doing more harm them helping, they said.

Would they still say that if they knew how much it all hurt? How everything hurt. Everything. From his head to his toes: Pain. The headache pulsing behind the twin ghostly divots in his forehead where Benny tried to blast out his brain. The chafing itch that stung around his empty eye socket that a Nightkin bashed to pieces at Repconn. The arrest in breath where ribs never healed quite right after Legate Lanius cleaved him open from collar to hip over Hoover Dam. The regrets in his heart.... The weight of the choices made in the Mojave. Attempts to save some that always, always, came at the cost of others. Even worse, the choices the Courier had made when anger ran out of check. That haunted him and seemed to keep him from holding still. The final letter from Arcade telling him he couldn't wait anymore and was moving on...

Elias' hand tightened around his glass. Lifting it to take a more measured sip this time to even his breathing. Trying to let the thoughts wash over him just as the booze slipped down his throat. Amari had warned him about this. That his use of Med-X to dull his pains for so long had made his body wholly unfamiliar with feeling any kind of pain. Which meant it was going to hurt all the much more until he readjusted... If he readjusted. She had also spoken of how easily he could relapse because of the pain alone if not properly managed this time. He realized now she must've passed that on to Rose as well. Recalling now the tense look on his friend's face when he said he was going to depart Goodneighbor to resume courier work. It had been a week since he'd seen her last...

Vadim was right. He shouldn't be wallowing at the bar. He needed a distraction. Something productive to do. Someone in the city market was bound to need something delivered. Maybe even to Goodneighbor where he could check in with Rose. Show he he was still alright. He'd just need to give the chem vendor a wide berth.

“Excuse me, I-” A voice akin to a Mr. Handy scattered Elias's thoughts. Pausing when he turned to face it's owner

A pale man in a worn mechanic's jumpsuit who seemed about his own height with brown hair still damp from using the Inn's showers. Large glasses were perched on his striking face. The glare from the bar lights on them partially obscuring green eyes that were narrowed inquisitively at Elias. There was a clear calculating intelligence in the way this stranger looked at him. Maybe it was the sickening mix of Bobrov's in a gut full only of heartbreak and longing, or maybe it was just the fact this man was wearing glasses. It was likely both that caused Elias for a moment to see Arcade in place of the stranger until he spoke again. There was no associating that British accent with his ex-companion.

“I'm terribly sorry, but do I know you?”

“I get around a lot, but... No. Don't believe we've met.”

“Hm...” The stranger gave a thoughtful hum, those sharp eyes looking him over once again. “Would you like to?” Elias blinked. Had that been a proposition? Something that had been a common enough occurrence in the sleazy dens of New Vegas.

No. No, he was overthinking this.

“Uh... take a seat if you want, I-” He had begun to turn back to the bar when the stranger swiftly closed the space between them.

"Listen,” He hissed low enough to only be heard by Elias, “I have had one bloody hell of a week. And you clearly came here for a good time just for some prick to stand you up. So what's say you and I just... help each other out. Sounds good, right love?”

Elias swore his artificial heart skipped a beat when the man flashed a smile at him. Having to try hard not to swallow and look so immediately smitten as a slender hand carefully brushed up the top few buttons of his flannel shirt up onto its collar. His single amber eye locked with the stranger's green pair. Having enough sense to search at least a moment for anything nefarious behind that gaze. If there was anything, he was blind to it. “Yes.”

“Good,” The stranger's smile spread wider, “up you get then. I've already got a room.”

[my-blonde-shadowdragon-wife]

Two of the least problematic men in Diamond City: Vadim Bobrov (actually we can include Yefim too) and Arturo Rodriguez. Just wanted to appreciate them real quick.😳👌

[commonwealthcharacters]

Dec. 2288 Put up blinds and traps. BoS gone four months, but game slim pickings. Yefim has left the city. Settled north, about a day’s walk from DCity.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

We made it folks!! This here is the last poll! Thanks to all for participating, and I'll see you guys on the other side! 😊

You know the drill by now, lol, choose a favorite character whose name starts with "Y" or "Z"!

(Or a character you just want to see me write for 😁)

If you have any questions on these characters, please feel free to ask!

And if you think of someone who's not listed here that you would like to see, feel free to add a name to the comments/reblogs!

[thewookieruns]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @pchberrytea, and so I’m gonna share!

I don’t know who to tag, so I’m gonna shotgun tag a ton of people! @tarberrymentats @trashcatsnark @finiteautomatron @merrowench @solesurvivorjen and @the-redlion!

“I have a message for you. I’m sorry if I awoke you, but it is an urgent matter.” the Russian handed the hung-over Lone Wanderer a folded piece of paper. Luke grunted and grabbed the paper from the large hotelier. He snapped the door shut and walked back to the bed. He sat down and opened the note.

Mister Williams,

I’ve recently heard about your arrival here in Diamond City from a mutual friend of ours. I know that you have been working odd jobs here and there around the city, and I have a job offer for you.

[falloutdialogue]

Dugout Inn Ambient Dialogue

Yefim: Vadim. Vadim, I need to talk... Vadim: Just a minute Yefim. I am in middle of story. So then I am crossing river, right? Wearing nothing but a smile, when out comes the most dangerous of all sea monsters. A Mirelurk... Malcolm: A Mirelurk? Come on. That's like, two out of ten points of danger. Tops. Now if you wanna talk something really deadly... Yefim: Vadim! Vadim: Oh. I forgot you were there, Yefim. What is it? Yefim: *sigh* You know what? Never mind. I'll handle it myself.

Vadim: Why you look so grouchy, brother? Lighten up! You ruin mood of whole bar. Yefim: Yeah, about that... could you maybe cut people off earlier tonight? Vadim: What!? What kind of question is that? Yefim: Do you know how much work it is to handle hotel guests that black out? Dragging them to bed? Making sure they don't die of alcohol poisoning? Not to mention the vomit... Vadim: Nonsense. Is all part of Dugout Inn experience. I am not shutting down the bar early, and that's that.

Yefim: Vadim. We need to talk. Vadim: Oh no. What I do this time? You remind me of mother, all this nagging... Yefim: I need you to stop drinking while you're at work. Last night, poor Scarlett had to carry you to your room before you passed out. Vadim: She is strong girl. I don't see problem. Yefim: Look, we don't pay her to babysit you, okay? Taper off early next time.

Vadim: How about you tend bar sometime, brother? Yefim: [shy] This again? No... I don't... Vadim: You need to get out more! Have some fun! Tending bar is great way to meet people. Yefim: Exactly. I'll be behind there all night, while everyone asks where you are, and why they are stuck with me instead. Vadim: No they won't! And if they do, I throw them out of bar myself. Yefim: I'll... think about it...

Vadim: Hey Scarlett. You want to hear true story of how I won Dugout Inn from previous owner? Scarlett: Sure, Vadim. Let's hear today's version. Vadim: The two of us get so drunk one night, he challenges me to fight Yao Guai bare-handed. Scarlett: Oh really? Vadim: Yes. I stalk the monster for hours, camouflaged only in mud and leaves. Slowly... I wait until he lies down to sleep. Then I come upon him from his behind, and grab onto his two gigantic globes of shame. He drags me clear across the Commonwealth with me holding on for dear life as I pulled harder and harder. It looked like he died of heart attack, but if you ask me, it was embarrassment that killed the best. Scarlett: I... there are no words. None. You really expect anyone to believe that story? Vadim: Hey, when you are half-drunk on moonshine, you believe anything.

Scarlett: Vadim. About the other night... Vadim: Oh no. What did I do? I swear, if I said or did anything... ungentlemanly, I apologize... Scarlett: No, no... We're fine, Vadim. You passed out after tending bar. Nothing happened. Vadim: Oh thank god. You have no idea how many waitresses we lose that way. Scarlett: I... can imagine. No, look, Vadim. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You were crying... a lot... before we closed up. Vadim: Me? Crying? Unthinkable. Scarlett: You kept going on about how much you missed your mother? You and Yefim never talk about your family. Maybe you two should... Vadim: Oh no, we are not getting into that. End of discussion.

[solkaras]

I wonder if the Bobrov brothers know any Russian.

They have the accents, which I guess would point to a Russian community that survived through the Nuclear Apocalypse, so I imagine they’d know at least a little bit...

[goodneighbours-resident-charmer]

Bobrov Brothers Timeline

Some dates included for reference, however this is mostly just in (rough) chronological order up until the events of Fallout 4. This is made from my assumptions drawn off of their dialogue.

Raised by mother in the Capital Wasteland

Mother dies

Vadim does not have closure - point of conflict, Vadim doesn’t want to deal with it

Work at a bar in the Capital Wasteland

Start making Bobrov’s Best

Meet and become good friends with MacCready and Lucy

Moved to Diamond City at some point after 2282, after the ghouls were kicked out

Open the Dugout Inn and start selling Bobrov’s Best moonshine in Diamond City

Yefim handles the inn and the finances, Vadim handles the moonshine making, products, and the bar

Went through several waitresses, Vadim would often get drunk and scare them off by being “ungentlemanly”

Used Nick as a guinea pig for the moonshine recipe

Caravan Cartel nearly poisoned Piper in the Dugout but she’s saved by the moonshine (she drank it to make herself throw up)

Made friends with Preston while the Minutemen were active in the city (any point prior to late 2286)

Hire Scarlett!

I know I said I’d make this a long time ago but things got really busy for me, sorry! Better late than never!

[vamporilla]

If Fallout 4 had Persona Social Links

Excluding the companions because they would take up most of the list. I also tried to not use faction characters (except the Minutemen).

Magician: Sturges

Priestess: Amari

Empress: Ellie Perkins

Emperor: Captain Zao

Hierophant: Arlen Glass

Lovers: Magnolia

Chariot: Fahrenheit

Justice: Nat Wright

Hermit: Travis Miles

Fortune: Mama Murphy

Strength: Vadim & Yefim Bobrov

Hanged Man: Jun & Marcy Long

Death: Vault-Tec Sales Representative

Temperance: Takahashi (because a Takahashi Social Link would be funny)

Devil: Pickman

Tower: Whitechapel Charlie

Star: Jack Cabot

Moon: Kent Connolly

Sun: Austin Engill