Capital of Russia
"Ha! Welcome Moscow!" Mikhail said proudly as he hugged his grandchildren. Gabriel was unbothered by the hug, while Theodore seemed to stiffen up.
Mikhailov Petrov was a tall man, 6'2 ", with a burly build. Though old, he seemed to look well and healthy, with white hair combed back and brown eyes that held sharpness but were soft. He was hugging his grandkids.
"Ara, look at my two boys," a woman stood beside Mikhailov. His wife, Mai Petrov, was born in Tokyo, the capital of Japan. She was beautiful regardless of her age. She had black hair and warm, bright purple eyes. She was 5'10" and wore simple pants with a warm brown coat. She was graceful and elegant.
"Mother, father," Eva gave a small courtesy bow. Mai hugged her daughter while Mikhailov ruffled Gabriel and Theodore's hair. He hugged his son-in-law, James, who returned the hug.
"Father," James said as Mikhailov pulled back. After they gave each other a handshake, Mai hugged Gabriel and Theodore.
"Look at you two, Theodore, you've grown big! Look at you, like your father, Gabriel, how my sweet little boy," Mai said enthusiastically as she pinched Theodore's cheek with her right hand and, with her left, pinched Gabriel's cheek softly and with love.
"We have been...we'll grandma, grandpa," Theodore said as he pulled back away, trying to maintain a face. Gabriel didn't really care and smiled a bit as his eyes looked around. The penthouse was beautiful. Sunlight pouring through the immense glass atrium roof bathed the multi-level penthouse in a brilliant, airy glow, and he looked towards how the outside view held a warm, inviting light.
The penthouse was breathtaking; a sculptural, dark spiral staircase, like a ribbon of polished obsidian, unfurled through the center, connecting pristine white, curving balconies accented with warm wood paneling. Below, on the light-colored, patterned tile floor, Gabriel, once released from his grandma's grasp, walked around, his gaze taking in the plush grey sofas and vibrant red armchairs that formed an inviting island around a grand piano, all under the watchful gaze of unique, bubble-like chandeliers suspended from the distant ceiling. at
While the family chatted, Gabriel looked around, especially at his grandfather's piano in the corner. He ran his hand over the keys gently.
"Gab"
Gabriel turned around and looked at his brother, who was holding his phone with a boring expression.
"Got some of the gramps bounties, wanna explore and have some fun," Theodore said as a slight cold smirk formed; Gabriel heard the sigh coming from his parents but saw the small smile from his grandfather.
Gabriel nodded as he followed Theodore to the top, second floor.
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Cold...chilly. Gabriel was on top of a building in all-black clothes. He wore blue eye contact. A gun in its hoist was on his hip, and a blade was on his back.
"Shipments...apparently lately there were reports of people going missing...but also...some imports," Theodore said calmly, leaning back against a railing. He wore all-black clothes.
Theodore looked towards the warehouse where a ship was, men walking back and forth carrying boxes, pushing people into the ship, and then the guards with weapons.
Gabriel took two steps back and dashed forward fast; in a blur, he jumped into the dark as the abyss swallowed him. Theodore clenched jaw
"Tsk"
The men were guarding were getting killed one by one. Gabriel was swift and fast, his blade cutting, slit their throats, his eyes cold and devoided.
There wasn't a single hesitation when he killed the men, only focus.
Theodore moved into the warehouse and shut down the power. It went dark, and the men inside began to panic.
"Fuck! Hurry up," one man said, only for him to be grabbed and pulled behind the crates; his neck was snapped easily, and he was going limp.
As Theodore moved around inside the warehouse, toying with the men, outside Gabriel was killing every single one swiftly
Gabriel looked towards a tall man who had his hand lazily in his pockets, smirking.
"Hehe~ theirs always pest," the man said as he launched forward towards Gabriel, who slashed forward only for the man to catch the blade.
"A fucken kid?" The man said, but he swung a punch toward Gabriel's side, only to be blocked. Gabriel crashed hard against the warehouse walls.
The man clenched his hand, shattering the blade, and walked towards the warehouse house.
-click
-Bang
The man paused as a 'thud' the bullet fell to the ground, and he looked up; Gabriel had his gun as he coldly looked at the man.
Theodore walked out, cleaning his hands. He stared at the man calmly.
"Tsk, we have a special class," Theodore said as he dashed towards the classroom. With fast movements, the man swung his hand down, only for Theodore to dodge. Theodoredore took out a blade that had these red outlines and slashed the knife, leaving the deep cuts but the man didn't flinch.
-Bang
The man grunted as he looked at the wound on his leg, blood, he looked up to see Gabriel firing more shots, the man covered his face with his arms only for Theodore to keep slashing faster and faster.
"What's wrong big guy? Never got hit bullet? Tsk in America you would have been already dead" Theodore said as he plunged the knife into the man chest where thr heart was and twisted it.