|Svetlana Sergievskaya causes lyrical chess wars (thegirlisme) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2012-04-06 13:08:00
|Entry tags:||alexander molokov, anatoly sergievsky, seeley booth, svetlana sergievsky|
Who: Alexander Molokov, Svetlana Sergievsky as well as appearances by Anatoly Sergievsky and Seeley Booth
What: Molokov decides Svetlana needs to learn her place. Too bad she has FBI and magical back up. He gets his instead.
When: Now! ( 6 April 2012, 1:00 pm )
Where: Downtown Lawrence. First busy street than a church under renovation
Warnings: Character Death
Svetlana was more than slightly nervous. Even knowing that the FBI agents were placed around the area to ensure she was safe, knowing that Loki had done the additional protective magic to ensure she survived, she was terrified. She didn’t show it for she would never allow anyone to see her scared. Oh, she knew Anatoly could tell. He could always tell but he was the only person here who could read her. The only person alive, really, as both Erik and Dmitri were dead and had been dead for years.
The problem with this setup was very obvious. At least to Svetlana, it was too crowded. Which meant Molokov had planned this meeting spot as neutral territory so she couldn’t alert anyone to where he was spending his time. Couldn’t set something up to avoid him. Which.. she was still doing, it was just more dangerous. There were more variables involved because she had to do the meeting. Had to face him yet again. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t used to being around him or anything. But it was different now. In Moscow he had never threatened her out right. And she didn’t have the memories of the alternate reality. But here, they had Bangkok. The alternate reality. The anonymous packages and threats that weren’t anonymous at all.
Meeting at the allotted spot, the petite blond looked around the area. As of now, she could see each of the agents she knew to be there as well as the work truck where Anatoly was for translating purposes along with Booth. After all, they needed to know what was being said, but they also had to be safe in regards to information about the displaced being mentioned and who knew what would be said in this meeting. That and trying to keep Anatoly away from this would have been impossible. She was still getting used to that part of him again, but there it was.
And she was alone. Or as alone as someone could be on a crowded street. She tried to take note of the buildings around her, to see if she couldn’t predict what Molokov’s next move would be while waiting for the man. She had no idea what he even wanted to discuss. But with the threat from Bangkok in regards to her life and then the one from Wednesday night? Agreeing to Loki’s protection was definitely a good thing.
While there were no doubt some who would think Molokov a fool, that was hardly the case. Oh he knew his dear Svetlana wouldn’t come alone. She had her claws back into Anatoly now and the former chess star was no doubt trying to discreetly follow her. As if that idiot was discreet. The worst KGB agent in the world would have noticed Anatoly and that American idiot following him days before. That was one of the reasons Molokov was meeting with his Svetlana today. It was time she learned her place in the world. And that place was death. It wasn’t like he hadn’t warned her this was coming. After all, he had informed her that if Anatoly won that match in Bangkok, life would be very rough for their girls.
From his vantage point in a crowded cafe, he watched as Svetlana arrived. He scanned the crowd slowly and his keen eyes spotted one or two people that seemed to be trying too hard to blend in with the crowd. And then there was that truck across the way for some type of service. He shook his head. He had expected better of Svetlana. Still, this was only the decoy meeting spot. Slipping out into the crowd, Molokov made his way to Svetlana’s back. Stopping behind her, he pressed a small pistol into her back.
“Not one word Svetlana. Not even a whisper,” he hissed softly so only she could hear. He dug the gun a bit harder into her back so she would hopefully understand the nonverbal cue to start walking forward. If not, he’d give her a little push forward.
While there were people there who thought Molokov a fool, Svetlana knew better. She and Anatoly both did. It was why the first day he was there the two had finally discussed the things they’d been avoiding and waiting until they were ready. Because they knew he would find a way to destroy them with it otherwise. It had hurt but had been necessary. The two had prepared for anything Molokov could throw at them. They had the advantage here, but he knew them and knew what would work against them. No matter what the others believed because of the time jump and location change. Molokov was still KGB. He still had the training and eye for it. Which was why she wasn’t shocked by the location.
Oh, she could have tried to push for elsewhere to make it easier to apprehend him, but he would be quick to pick up that something was happening. Of course, the gun in her back spoke that he already knew they were being watched. She wasn’t too shocked by that. He had done this same sort of thing. Which was why she had agreed to Loki’s added protection. It wasn’t just to keep Anatoly from having a complete melt down from worry. It was because she knew that Molokov wouldn’t leave anything to chance and that he had threatened to have her killed, both in Bangkok and in the latest post. Oh it was always so subtle, but she still knew it.
Feeling the pistol being pressed into her back, Svetlana merely straightened and shifted ever so slightly before she gave a faint nod, waiting for direction on where to go. Oh he wasn’t going to say the directions out loud, not if he knew they were being watched. But she would still be able to figure out just where they were going. She just had to work with this situation, get it so that he could be taken down and out of their lives forever. She was terrified of the man, what he could do to her family, but she would never let him see that and she refused to let him win.
She didn’t care what others said. That she was handling this wrong. That she should have said something more, should have spoken to more people. That she thought she was the only one to have dealt with something like this. She had stated she knew that wasn’t the case and that while conversations had happened in filters, law enforcement was notified. She hadn’t mentioned Loki or Galinda for their roles, but that really wasn’t relevant. The fact remained that she and Anatoly had sought outside help despite being from a place where trust wasn’t given easily. She didn’t need to justify herself. All that mattered was him no longer being a threat. It would be justice if he were locked into prison by a government and system he was convinced was wrong but only time would tell in regards to that.
To the outside observer, the interaction of the two didn’t warrant any thought. Merely two people who knew one another, perhaps close friends with the way Molokov was holding her arm. It seemed innocent but his touch burned her skin and while his body hid the gun from view, Svetlana could feel it pressed against her as a means to control her, lead her. And she let him do so, let him give her the silent cues on where they were to go. She was worried, of course. Worried about what would happen if he led her somewhere where the FBI agents couldn’t follow, but she would have to take that for what it was and move accordingly. This was where chess came in handy. If she was lucky, it would save the lives of her entire family. She just had to be open to any and all possible moves to make against him, to counter him with no matter what he threw at her. To think in the abstract with the parameters that were set before her. For now, it was keeping an eye on her surroundings and figuring out just what to do as well as how to tell Anatoly where they were whenever they got there so he could relay the information.
Molokov remained silent as he guided Svetlana through the crowds. Whoever those law enforcement types were, he would easily lose them. Molokov didn’t want to be interrupted as he disciplined Svetlana for daring to fail him and defy him. After nearly fifteen minutes of crowd weaving and losing the FBI agents, the Soviet pulled Svetlana into a church being renovated. Now that they were out of the public eye, he was a bit more aggressive. Shoving Svetlana forcefully deeper into the church, he stalked after her, his eyes cold and dangerous.
“I thought you a better player than this Svetlana,” he snapped angrily. “But really, being shadowed by law enforcement? Trying to set me up? Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He pulled the hammer back to the revolver and aimed it at her pretty blonde head. “Now, where is that pesky wire you are no doubt wearing?”
It wasn’t hard for Svetlana to stay silent for fifteen minutes. After all, she was far from the type to just talk for the sake of talking and trying to say anything to give Anatoly information to give to the FBI agents they were losing would be seen and everything would fall apart before Molokov was dealt with. So she simply went along with it. Though she found it ironic that he was more forceful in a place where he had to be more careful than when he had free reign. Then again, in Moscow he was just keeping her in place, away from Anatoly to ensure he didn’t stray from the game for that pesky thing called marriage and love and family. Here there was her failure in Bangkok because Freddie had gotten him to win that last match. Oh, Svetlana recalled that conversation, when he told her he was to win. How betrayed she had felt, even more so than the infidelity and defecting. Because he had led her to believe he would lose in those matches since their talk. The threat that had prompted her to seek out Anatoly before that last match to begin with.
Thoroughly lost from all the constant weaving that they had done, the blond took quick stock of her location, the landmarks. Okay, they were in a church. Abandoned. How to work with this. Or there could be a gun pointed at her forehead. Yep, definitely a good thing she took that protection spell from Loki as a bullet proof vest didn’t exactly cover the head.
“I could have sworn you told me that the moves I make are the ones you allow me to make, so would you not have already known this long before it was made?”
Sassing Molokov? Of course. It was always a battle of wits with the two of them for Svetlana refused to ever waver in front of him. Even with a gun pointed at her apparently. She had to find a way to keep him from shooting her at the moment to ensure he didn’t find out about that particular move she had made but no matter.
“Besides, who said that was my only play?”
Well, he had insulted her game. Then again, he always had, poisoning Anatoly’s mind against the way she, and Freddie, played the game. Of course he’d insult it even now.
“I could have sworn that wrath was one of the seven deadly sins. And why would I wear a wire? That would involve letting someone close to me to put it on.”
Oh, her voice was conversational, flippant, revealing none of the fear and turmoil boiling within her, the sickness she felt at being in his presence. No. She was going to throw him off his game. After all, who remained calmed with a gun pointed at them? Most would be begging for their lives but there were more pressing matters here. Getting the FBI here to take Molokov down, thus alerting Anatoly to where they were. And keeping Molokov on his toes and off balance.
“Oh, I had a feeling you would make a move like this Svetlana. I had just hoped in that thinking you knew that I knew you would have come up with a better move.” He shook his head. Svetlana was an odd one, to sass when one should be afraid. Though his eyes narrowed slightly at her comment of that being her only play. Something more was afoot. Of that he was now certain.
“You make it sound like I should care about sins. And my dear, your idiot of a husband could have easily wired you.” He moved closer, the gun never wavering. “And really, having him and that stupid American try to follow me last week? They stuck out like sore thumbs the way they were dressed.”
He suddenly reached out and grabbed her throat with his free hand and squeezed slightly. “One more time Svetlana and I might decide to show you some mercy.” He shoved her backwards and pressed her against a workbench, keeping her there with his body as he grabbed her left hand and held it down on the table with his gun hand while his other picked up a hammer.
“Where is that pesky wire?”
Good, he didn’t figure out what her comment about sins referenced. It was the only way she could think to convey that they were in a church. Which was one of the reasons that she had wanted Anatoly doing the translating. Even if they got one of the Russian speakers from the complex to help, they wouldn’t understand her verbal clues. They might, but there were some that may come up that only Anatoly would understand.
“Or perhaps it’s because I knew that you would know and think that because I knew I would try for something else that you would thus expect and so you would not expect this.”
Okay that was just a confusing sentence all around, but Svetlana merely quirked a brow at him. Or that was the plan until he was backing her into a wall. So much for that. This was quickly reminding her of what had happened in the alternate world and that meant that keeping her calm was going to be all that much more difficult.
“It was their own decision. But really, what did you expect by sending me dead flowers? I remember your threat in Bangkok, there was no need for such a visual reminder. The flowers you plan to put on my grave?”
Gasping as he grasped her throat, Svetlana struggled some, keeping an eye on what he was doing. She didn’t like him going for the hammer or the fact he had her hand held hostage.
“What, and shoot me dead first? Is that your mercy for me?”
With that, Svetlana managed to knee Molokov to distract him and shove him off of her. True, she didn’t know her surroundings and didn’t know the layout of the church but if she could just.. get away from him, that would be a good thing.
That really was a confusing sentence. So Molokov just ignored it. He had tried to plan for every possible scenario after all. He listened to her explain that Anatoly and the American Idiot’s decision was all because of his sending her the dead flowers. He shook his head. “Oh no, I would give you far nicer flowers for your grave. Did it ever occur to you that those could have been for Anatoly’s grave?” He gave a small smirk.
But before he could respond to her comment about what he meant by showing her mercy, she kneed him in the groin and he grunted in pain, stumbling back. His eyes narrowed and he forced himself to ignore the pain. He straightened and took off after Svetlana, trying to get a clear shot of her but unable to for the moment.
“You can’t run from me!!”
Okay, that was an upsetting image, flowers for Anatoly’s grave. Or hers. But still, she had more pressing matters to deal with. Such as getting away from Molokov. Really. That was the most important one. The problem was she didn’t know how many churches were in the area, or how many were being worked on. So even if the FBI agents now knew they were in a church, they didn’t know which one, which meant she had to get away from Molokov but ensure he didn’t escape. Otherwise things would be worse for all of them.
Managing to avoid the bullets, though if it were luck or magic, Svetlana didn’t know, the blond kept running, opening the first door she found. Stairs. Stairs were good. Okay. Not stairs that went up but she really couldn’t be picky at the moment. Besides, what went up had to go down so hopefully there would be a way to get down. This was definitely one of the days where slacks had been a good decision on her point as running in a skirt would be difficult given the stairs. It was an old church, that much was certain. So how to convey this to Anatoly so she could get out of this.
Stumbling on the wooden steps, Svetlana caught herself, pushing up and started running again. She couldn’t run down as that was the direction Molokov was coming from, but there had to be an emergency exit somewhere.
Reaching the top, the blond noted the giant bell and bit her lower lip. That was one way to alert them where she was. So grabbing the rope that was attached, Svetlana used all her strength to pull it so that the bell rang despite how it shouldn’t. If they hadn’t figured out which church she was in by that point, hopefully now they would.
Next part of this? Staying alive and keeping Molokov there until the cavalry arrived. She had always known Molokov could be a violent man if pushed and he was proving it. Oh how he was proving it.
Molokov followed her into the stairwell and paused only once or twice to try and shoot her, but both bullets missed. Scowling, he tossed the revolver aside and pulled out a Colt 1911. As he ran up the stairs, he heard rather than saw Svetlana stumbled and surged forward. Pulling the safety off of the Colt, the KGB agent heard the bell ring. No doubt someone would now come to investigate of why a bell that shouldn’t be ringing was ringing.
It didn’t matter. Svetlana would be dead before anyone could come to her rescue. Emerging at the top of the stairs, Molokov spotted Svetlana and ran over to her, grabbing her hair and yanking her away from the bell rope. He then grabbed her and shoved her back, pressing the gun under her chin, his grip tight on her shirt.
“You really shouldn’t have done that,” he snarled. He brought the gun up and used the cold metal to stroke her face like a lover would. “This is the end for you, my sweet, beautiful lovely Svetlana.” With those words he started to depress the trigger of the gun. He could always make this look like a suicide after wiping his prints from the gun and putting it in the traitor’s hand.
Okay, being grabbed by the hair was enough to startle Svetlana to the point of her crying out in shock as she stumbled in the direction he shoved her, shaking given his grip on her shirt and the gun caressing her face. He might see it as fear for her inevitable end, but it was the body memories, the pain and disgust she felt from what had happened six and a half months previous when she’d been despised by a version of her husband and nothing but a plaything for the man holding her captive.
She knew she wasn’t going die. At least, she didn’t think she would. She didn’t know the extent of Loki’s spell on her but he had seemed concerned and so she doubted he would do a shoddy spell with little chance of success. Still, her breathing had hitched in panic.
Everything felt like slow motion. She was pressed against the railing of the stairs, which really wasn’t all that stable. It was all instinct now. There was no time to figure out a counter, there was no time to even breathe. Managing to push the gun away from her chin, Svetlana shoved Molokov back and stumbled to the side, frantic, not even aware of what he would do next, not thinking of that. It was all adrenaline at this point in time and rational thought didn’t exist in those situations.
Molokov had just finished squeezing the trigger when Svetlana shoved the gun away. The bullet missed her and he was suddenly shoved. He stumbled back awkwardly, his feet getting tangled in some old rope and the gun hitting the floor and clattering away from his reach. The KGB agent fell forward and he grabbed the railing in hopes of catching himself. But the wood was rotted from neglect and broke under his weight and the strain. He twisted as he started falling and managed to grab onto the floor.
He struggled to pull himself back up, but he could hear the wood creaking under his weight of where he was dangling. Looking frantically around, he tried to find something else to grab onto to save himself as he struggled to pull himself up. Spotting the bell rope, he reached out with one hand to try and grab it. But the wood gave way from his other hand and he felt himself suddenly free falling down the stairwell. The bell rope was too far and he stared up at the top of the tower before he felt himself suddenly and violently stop falling with a sickening thud and everything went black.
Hearing the thud, Svetlana’s eyes widened and she looked over her shoulder to where she thought Molokov was only... he wasn’t there. Getting up, the petite Russian made her way to the railing and looked down, the rope of the bell swinging and noticed the body on the floor several stories down.
Perhaps it was madness, after all, why would one go after the person trying to kill them? But there was no way he had survived that fall and for her own sanity, she had to see it for herself. To make sure she hadn’t finally lost it. Because if she had, she would never rest. The insomnia and stress would make her sick. Or... sicker than she probably was and just hadn’t been paying attention to.
Everything was a haze as she made her way to Molokov’s body, where there was no sign of breath. Just blood. Lots of blood and his limbs at odd angles.
Stumbling back, Svetlana slid down against the wall, exhausted. Was it finally over? For now, unless the Seal decided to throw him back at her. But for now, it was over. She could rest again.
So Anatoly was pretty much having the heart attack to end all heart attacks. How could he not listening to the conversation? It was bad enough he wasn’t there with Svetlana, but listening was worse. He couldn’t do anything except translate and hope they got in there in time. He knew Molokov, which made him worry all the more. When Svetlana wasn’t talking, Anatoly could’ve sworn he was dying from anticipation. After all, he only had audio, not visual going on. And then the agents lost sight of her and Molokov. This obviously only heightened Anatoly’s worry.
He listened carefully to everything that was being said. He knew Svetlana and knew she would give him clues as to where they were without alerting Molokov. A game of words, one that only her and Anatoly knew how to play. When she mentioned the seven deadly sins, Anatoly frowned a bit, going into thought. That was a religious comment, one she didn’t make often, if ever. Pairing that with the comment about a grave, it didn’t take overly long for Anatoly to conclude where they were.
“They’re at a church,” he announced after making the connection. Yes, it earned him confused stares from the others with him, but he had expected it. “Word play, Svetlana and I do it all the time.” Yes it didn’t matter that everyone else had heard Russian and not English. Logic was not living within him right now. He was too freaked out about his wife. Now came the trick of figuring out which church it was. There was some guess work going on, at least until a bell started ringing. A church bell. Tolling in the afternoon when it shouldn’t be. It wasn’t on the hour and there weren’t any services. And then there was the whole hearing gunshots. Anatoly’s eyes grew wide and he was fairly certain he stopped breathing.
“We need to get to that church with the tolling bell quickly.” And with that, Anatoly was going to be the first one out of the van and down the street. Like Hell was he losing Svetlana like this. Not after everything they’d been through and how hard they’d been working on their marriage. And he certainly wasn’t losing her to the bastard Molokov.
That was a little vague. A church? There were several in the city, but he devised Molokov hadn’t gotten that far away in the short amount of time he’d had. With Booth he was always following his instincts, usually they were correct. Without wasting time he had one of his other senior tactical agents pull up a map of all Church’s in the area and pointed at the closest one. “There. This one first.”
Everyone in that unmarked van was vested, even Anatoly. He wasn’t going to take any chances in getting anyone hurt or killed. This was going to be done by the books even if it wasn’t a by the books case what with the KGB involved. It was still standard procedure all the way. “A little faster then a crawl Agent Croft.” He stated to the FBI Agent behind the wheel of the van dressed in civilian clothing. The van took off toward the church and came skidding to a stop moments later infront.
Gun drawn, Booth looked back at Anatoly. “Stay behind me.” The look on his face giving zero room for argument, he gave the signal to the other agents in the van to follow him onto the church grounds, weapons drawn. Once inside, Booth spotted the body, but kept Anatoly back for a minute while he scanned the area for any possible accomplices. Only once he was satisfied with the body on the ground being the only other body in that room did he give him the all clear to go to his wife, and let his agents deal with Molokov.
It was more than difficult just sitting there translating but Anatoly was going to be here one way or another. And somehow they were going to get out of this and be free of Molokov. At Booth’s instruction, he merely nodded. Logic may not have been in him right then because he was freaking out inwardly about Svetlana, but he wasn’t stupid. He stayed behind Booth as they entered the church. Anatoly wasn’t about to get himself shot, not like this. Once Booth gave him the nod, Anatoly rushed over to Svetlana, kneeling down beside her. He gave Molokov’s body a momentary glance before he looked at Svetlana. Without a word, he pulled her into his arms and held her tight against him, reassuring him that she was alive and there and that all of this nightmare was finally over. Molokov wouldn’t be able to mess with them anymore. Now they could just focus on dealing with everything and working through it and moving on.
Svetlana heard the people entering. She was aware of voices, and she knew that Anatoly was with them. She didn’t have to look up to know that, she just knew. Because Anatoly was always there now when she needed him, just as he had been before Molokov. When things were better. So she didn’t even have to question this. It was just a knowledge she held within her and it was comforting that it was back without her even realizing it. That meant far more than she could ever express and thankfully, she didn’t have to.
As Anatoly pulled her close to him, Svetlana just clung to her husband, shaking. She hated this, but there was a dead body and despite it being Molokov, it didn’t make it any easier. Even knowing she was protected by magic, she hadn’t been sure it would work. It wasn’t as if magic was normal in her world. Trust wasn’t normal so all of this was so strange and new and she could have died as she’d been threatened with in Bangkok all those months ago. She didn’t know and now she was here and Molokov was dead close by. It was reminiscent of years previous. How strange this place always did that, as if making them remember and reconnect.
Shivering, Svetlana gasped and coughed, pressing her head against Anatoly’s shoulder. They could finally sleep again. Breathe and sleep and just move on.