I. Hell
I. is 26 years old.
She is the Cat Burglar of Last Bullet.
I. is also known as "Vasilisa".
I. is located in London at The Liminal in London.
I. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑
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| Game: The Great Heist |
| Points: 595 |
| Days Active: 1221 days |
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Allt Är Okej
The aroma of kaffir lime, lemongrass, and cardamom permeated the Vasilev household, enveloping four-year-old Iliana in a cocoon of warmth. Seated at the kitchen table with her new stuffed tiger, her small fingers drummed idly against the polished wood as she observed her mother shaping delicate fish cakes.
Dara Nin carried herself with effortless poise, her authority woven into the very air she moved through. She dusted flour from her fingers before pressing a brief kiss to Iliana’s temple, their shared laughter mingling with the gentle simmer of broth, momentarily insulating them from the outside world.
"Allt är okej, min prinsessa."
Then, the door groaned open.
Vasili entered, the weight of unspoken turmoil settling on his broad shoulders. His keen eyes scanned the room before he inhaled deeply, grounding himself in the familiar. Dara Nin met his gaze and, with a simple nod, dismissed the house staff, signalling the shift in atmosphere.
"It’s Vova, етот кусок дерьма," Vasili ran a hand through his hair, exhaling as he lowered himself into a chair, its creak barely audible beneath the gravity of his thoughts. "He’s reckless. Plays with fire. There’s dissent stirring— whispering in shadows, making promises he can't keep. If I step in, I wound my own blood. If I don’t… this fractures beyond repair."
“A storm can't be stopped,” Dara Nin spoke in comfort, “But it can be directed. If you stifle Vova too soon, his fire will find new fuel. Give him the illusion of freedom, min käraste. Let him expose his own flaws. Then act as his brother rather than his leader."
Vasili let out a slow breath, her words settling like stones in deep water, brushing a kiss against Iliana's chamomile-scented curls, took Dara Nin’s hand, pressing it to his lips— a silent acknowledgement of wisdom received. The storm hadn't passed, but for now, he'd found his anchor.
Posted 10/2/2025, 9:00 AM
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