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General RP Mafia Debt (RhysTheFirebird)

Lee got up from the chair and headed for the door, leaving to follow him into the kitchen. Fucking penthouses, they were always so incredible. Mainly to someone who didn't have much. Bit by bit Lee wasn't minding being there. He got to live in such an amazing place and, sure he had to cook for everyone... Hm. He noted how quiet the place was. Was it just them there? Dimitri popped up suddenly, heading straight for the heavily used coffee maker. Looking between the two, Lee could see similarities between them and how he interacted with his own friends. They seemed close.

Well, he figured out how many he would be cooking for, the load lessening already.

Now knowing where the cleaning supplies were, he reached inside for the caddy that held some supplies. He would need to look around first to decide what exactly he would need, but he figured this would be enough for now. Dust seemed to be the main annoyance, so he would focus on that first. Luckily he had to pick just one room to clean for the day.
 
Dimitri grabs a mug from a cabinet, sniffling slightly and turning his face away, "бля." He grumbles, shaking his head. He starts a cup of coffee, quiet as he watches it brew.

Serkei snickers and turns away, leaving the kitchen and flopping onto the couch in the living room.

Dimitri glances at Lee, "I need you to make sure there's not a spec of dust anywhere. First priority."
 
Lee didn't know much Russian, but he recognized the word spoken by an acquaintance from school. The other disappeared, leaving Lee alone with the other. He didn't want to linger, Dimitri making him a tad nervous. Before he could disappear with the caddy, the other spoke up, the words aimed toward him. He gave a quick nod, "Y-Yeah, I know." He got out before he left the room and walked down the hall.

He disappeared inside a room, one he figured wasn't Dimitri's and began cleaning. Dusting was more like it. The room was pretty clean already, but if the other was that sensitive to allergies, especially from dust, the smallest amount could set him off. He didn't know why he should care so much about this man, other than not wanting to die or put his friends in harm's way. He mainly kept to himself, not wanting to bother anyone. He was told to make himself scarce, after all. He made an appearance or two back into the kitchen, only to grab a new cleaning item or replace something, before disappearing back down the hall and in the room.
 
Dimitri finishes making his coffee, sitting at the counter in the kitchen sipping at it. He scrolled absently on his phone. For a boss, he didn't seem all that busy.

The TV in the living room was playing quietly, some stupid comedy show.

After a while, Dimitri looks up from his phone and watches Lee. After quietly watching the other, he speaks up, "Keep, come here."
 
As soon as he reached the room he quickly realized he needed something else. He turned, heading back to the kitchen to look through the closet. As soon as he found the item, Dimitri called for him. He was worried, hoping he didn't do something wrong. Pulling his head out of the closet he looked toward the other. "Yes?" He asked nervously as he walked over to where he sat at the counter.
 
The good part was not getting yelled at yet, Lee holding out hope he was fine. Then again... Oh.

"Why?" The question almost took him back to fights with his father. Almost. He knew he wasn't there, at home. The other was just curious. He was quiet for a long moment, looking for the right words. "Release... and escape." He answered honestly. "It's just... a passion of mine." He shrugged, "I'm told I'm really good at it." Sometimes he was impressed with himself, and other times he couldn't stand what he created.
 
"Yeah, I've always loved doing art." He explained. Since he was asking questions, Lee decided to pose one of his own. "Why are you in the mafia?" He wondered what one got out of it. He knew not much about it, just that they were dangerous and to steer clear of them. It was a wonder what the hell his brother was thinking.
 
Dimitri goes silent. He looks down into his coffee and after a long moment, he speaks. "I had no other choice." He stands, stretching his legs.

"And that's all you need to know about that topic."

In reality, Dimitri's fathers had been the leaders. Maskim his father, and then Rylin his dad. Both had been killed when he was only five, and he's been taken to the states by their aunt. When he was fourteen, she had been killed. And Serkei, his older brother, had dragged him to Japan.

After five years of living in Japan and hiding, he'd lost it. He couldn't take hiding and running, the fear. He'd dragged Serkei here and killed the men who had taken his family from him and ruined his life.

After killing those men, he'd taken over and changed things. He's become the man he was now.
 
He wanted to know more, of course, but the other shut down Lee's questioning any further. "Fine, fine." The less he annoyed the other, the better. "Was there anything else you wanted to know?" He asked, figuring pleasing the other would be best if he wanted to survive things.

He would find out more, in due time.
 
Dimitri leans back, thinking for a moment, "Is there anything you need to make things easier? Or more comfortable?" He leans back on his stool, looking at Lee.
 
Hm, not a question about himself, but for his comfort. "Oh, um. I'm fine for now. Thank you." Respect. Always, always show respect. "If that's it... I'll go back to cleaning." He said with a nod, looking to depart. If allowed, he would return to the room after grabbing the item he came in for to resume dusting and cleaning.
 
Lee let out a quiet sigh of relief as he was released. With the distance, he felt better, no longer with such an intimidating figure. Able to relax, he went back to the task at hand, vigorously dusting every inch of the place.
 
A few weeks pass, and Lee sees little of Dimitri. Until one morning, the man walks into Lee's room after knocking and waiting a moment for the boy to get decent.

"Disregard your normal schedule, we're moving to Russia."
 
During those weeks, Lee had been on his best behavior. It was a first for him, though he was afraid of the other options. It took a lot of self-control on his part not to talk back or fight when he felt something was unjust. Luckily, he hadn't seen Dimitri much. Most complaints he was able to voice fell on Serkei's ears, the other quick to remind him of the worst option, which quickly shut him up. So far, his work was up to their standards, unless they simply hadn't voiced them to Lee.

Then, Dimitri entered his room, shocking him with his words. He stared at him from his spot at his desk.

"Wha- Why?" He questioned. The thought of leaving his friends behind hurt him. Sure, he hadn't been in contact with them for a while, yet Lee held out hope he eventually would be able to. Now... How could he? He would definitely have to start figuring out how to get in touch with them.
 
Dimitri sighs, "It's my home, and yours now." After a moment, he sighs, handing Lee a paper.

"There's are the contacts we could salvage from your phone. Once we reach Russia, you'll be able to contact your friends, okay?"

He sighs softly, rubbing his face. Dimitri looked tired, exhausted really. He was giving this to Lee, as the boy had been working hard. And besides, happy workers made the best workers.
 
Lee had been ready to fight and resist, up until he was handed a sheet of paper, the other giving him... exactly what he wanted. At that, he didn't have much to complain about. Folding the paper, he put it in his pocket for now, until he would have a moment to put the contacts into his phone. The sooner he could do that, the sooner he could get back in touch. Well, as the other said, once they reached Russia. Holy shit.

"Thank you. I, uh... What happened...?" He asked, his voice softer as he noted how tired the other appeared. What prompted the sudden need to move? Rather, it was sudden for Lee.
 
Dimitri glances at Lee, "My territory is being threatened, and I'm sure you're eager to talk to your friends. I can let you do that when you're so close to them." He crossed his arms.

Letting out a long, heavy, stressed sigh, he tips his head back, dragging a hand through his hair.
 
Well, shit. He hadn't been involved in any mafia type of things, the other two keeping him quite separated if anything cropped up while he lived there. Now... Lee wasn't thrilled, but he didn't exactly have a choice. The other also tempted him, knowing how badly he wanted to speak to his friends.

Letting out a quiet sigh of his own, he nodded. "I'll... Yeah, I'll pack." He gently waved him off, wanting him to leave to do what he needed before they were ready to go. Damn them for getting him to agree to such crazy things. He got up then, going into the closet to grab a bag to pack whatever belongings he had there. By the time they were ready, so was Lee.
 
Dimitri was quiet as he leads the way down the hall an into the elevator. He leaves the complex towards a sleek car, opening a door and motioning for Lee to slide in.

After the boy, Dimitri follows, silent for the longest time. "I know you don't want to leave, but I think you might like Russia."
 
Lee carried his bag all the way from the elevator to the car. He was able to put his bag into the trunk before he slid inside the car. He gently patted his pocket, ensuring the paper with his old contacts was still there. He noted Serkei wasn't around, momentarily wondering where he was. Things were quiet for a while before the other spoke up, breaking the silence. The other could actually understand how he felt, Lee also understanding he was in such a tight spot. "Mm... I hope." He had never been. He almost couldn't remember London, having blocked out a lot of memories from that time. He looked out the window of the car, watching everything pass them by as the car drove. Would he ever get to see any of this again?
 
Dimitri is silent as he gazes out the window. He'd fought with Serkei about getting his brother to leave his side and go ahead to Russia.

He doesn't make a sound as the car drives through the city, lost in thought.

Once the car stops at the airport, near a private jet.
 
Before he knew it, they had arrived at the airport. The other seemed to be wasting no time as they were right next to a private jet. God, the fucking mafia. They could do so much. He stepped out of the car when instructed and went to grab his bag from the trunk. He stayed close to Dimitri, somewhere he didn't exactly want to be. The other still made him quite nervous. He climbed the steps with the other, entering the jet. "How long until we arrive?" He asked once seated inside.
 
As the other didn't answer him, Lee was hesitant to ask again. Well, he would eventually find out. Wanting to pass the time himself he grabbed his bag and dug through it. He pulled his sketchbook out along with his case of pencils and erasers. He adjusted himself in his seat, pulling his legs up and leaning back. He rested his book against his legs, flipping the pages until he found something old to work on. He quickly remembered why he stopped working on that piece and he turned the page, finding a blank one. Glancing over toward Dimitri, he got a new idea, Lee started on a sketch.
 
Dimitri crosses his legs at the knee, resting his chin on his fist as he stares out the jet window. He stays lost in thought, thinking and scheming on various things. His brother, his home, work.
 
Now and then Lee would stop to glance at Dimitri before resuming what he was doing. The pose had changed, but it was fine, Lee adjusting as the other moved. The other didn't seem to notice what he was doing, allowing Lee to take longer glanced at the other.
 
Dimitri stays still and silent, staring off at nothing.

At one point, the flight attendant walks over to Lee, asking if he wanted anything to eat or drink.
 
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