Aleksandr Voinov

He understood it then. The potential, the utter, unbelievable freedom to be whoever existed underneath his skin.

You want the truth? I__e been fucked and betrayed often enough to not trust anybody. And that includes you._ Frank shrugged. __on__ take it personal.___oin the club. We meet Tuesdays. We never share the location with each other, and we show up armed.

No war is ever glorious. Heroes are usually dead. Besides, they rarely turn into heroes because they are super-humans, but because of circumstances.

There__ no glory in this whole shit. No war is ever glorious. Heroes are usually dead. Besides, they rarely turn into heroes because they are super-humans, but because of circumstances.Heroes rarely think. Heroes just act. So, all this is, is a stage for glory, small, personal and up to each one of us.

I tried that too, you know. After ... my family was murdered, and I was waiting for justice, I tried to hide inside a bottle. But some men, Tony, [..] are not small enough to fit into a bottle.

I don__ want to talk._ Dan__ neck muscles tensed resisting Vadim__ hand.He didn__ know the words and he didn__ want to search for them. __ just want to feel._ But no, that wasn__ it. __ want to feel human.

I need you._ He could not go any further down. Rock bottom. And at the very bottom was just this one thing. The core of it all. __ucking... love you... too much.

Dan didn__ want to say anything, but the words were unstoppable. __ fucking love you. Don__ leave me. You__e got to find me._ Again, fucking tears. Vadim shook his head, then pressed his face into the crook of Dan__ shoulder, hoped to hide his weakness and felt like a man condemned to die. __ will... find you. If it__ the last thing I__l do, I__l come back. Nothing will stop me.

A gentle, warm, sweet pain spreads through my chest at those words.

Make that cage golden, it__ still a fucking cage.___el , in the absence of other options, gold will have to do.

Right now he was nothing but a physically hurt man who had been through hell and back, clinging to his promise. __e be... together. More than just... few... hours. Wanna die... with you. Not... alone._ Fought to stay awake, needed to spend every second with Vadim while he could.Vadim kissed that hand again, looked up. __e won__ die. We'll never die. I promise. He__ promise anything, meant it, would die defending this man, would live and die and suffer for him.

Wife, to him, was someone who stood for stability, forcoming home, for dealing with all the shit he wasn__ able to deal with. For providing a real life and not this insanity.