Mysterio: Standing about six-feet tall and dressed in a black suit and tie, The Goon is quite a professional-looking man. In fact, he could be mistaken for a businessman or a lawyer - or, at least, he could be if it weren’t for the red Soviet Star mask covering his face. The mask serves not only to hide his identity, but is also bulletproof, and has shades over the eyes to protect from sun glare and flashbangs. He also wears a ballistics vest, which protects his torso, and carries both a SCAR rifle (complete with bipod, scope, and silencer), and a Makarov pistol. At the moment, the Goon sits behind the upper desk in the Storage, his feet crossed on the desk, and is reading a paper with moderate disinterest.

DefiledDoll: It had been about a month since Lissa had excaped that filthy room, and thanks to a few of her previous clients she had been given a little money and some decent clothes, though none wished to help her too much in fear of Ivan and whoever had raided his place of business. She had taken up a few small jobs, petty theft and as bait for some gangs, but overall she had pretty much been destitute, though currently at the moment, she was running with a bloody knife in her hands and a bruised face. This is what she got for trying to work for a low level drug pusher. She pas panting as she ran, feeling her eyesocket and cheekbone throb as she rounded a corner, running into a garage door. She cursed loudly anf banged on it in frustration before turning around, seeing that one of the men had found her. She let out a little whimper and gripped her little stiletto in her hand. He ran at her, pulling back a punch and she closed her eyes and thrust forward, gasping as she felt hot blood spray over her hand and onto her stomach. She opened her eyes, watching the male's eyes widen in surprise before she shoved him back and waited for him to fall. He staggered a few steps backwards before collapsing in a puddle of his own blood. She was barely able to breathe and she leaned against the door, hearing it creak loudly under her insignificant weight and slammed the back of her head into it a few times as if she was trying to wake herself up.

Mysterio: The Goon is the one who hears the loud thud on the door. He stands up, putting his paper down and drawing his Makarov from its holster, walking to the door and entering the passcode. In a few moments, the grated door would open, allowing the Goon to see Lissa and Lissa to see the Goon. If she paid any attention to the news, she would reocgnise his mask as that of the Kremlin Brothers, an anarcho-communist terrorist group the Russian government had touted as having all been killed or arrested.

DefiledDoll: She jumped back as she heard the door start to open, her eyes widening as a man slowly appeared, first from his well made suit and finally ending in that mask she had seen so often in the papers. Her eyes widened and her blood soaked hands shook and she dropped her small knife, stepping back a few paces, though she held her head up high and her eyes were oddly intelligent even in their wild terror. "I, um..." She stuttered out, licking her plump lips as she turned and looked at the body on the concrete, "He tried to rob me and...I was just defending myself..." She lied and blinked up at the masked man.

Mysterio: The Goon nods. "His fault, then, I suppose. Come on, let's bring the body inside. Alecks will help get rid of the evidence." He seems way too casual about this whole thing, as evidenced by his even tone and lack of body language. It's worth noting his voice is full of a thick Slavic accent, although it is muffled under his mask, making it impossible to place exactly where it was from.

DefiledDoll: The Little Dove had seen her fair share of dead bodies, but she had never killed nor had she ever handled one and her brow rose for a moment, a snarky comment rising up from her throat but she swallowed it back down. She was no fool, she knew the man before her was dangerous, perhaps even more so thatn Ivan based on his cavalier response to a body and a blood soaked, bruised up woman before him. She simply nodded and moved, noting his accent, her own Russian one thick and slow as it poured from her lips, "I got his feet." She bent to the body and lifted his legs, her body aching from the beating and the running, but she wasn't about to show more weakness than she already had.-

Mysterio: "Don't trouble yourself. This is what we have Gopniki for." The Goon takes a walkie-talkie off of his ballistic vest, putting it near his mouth and pressing the speak button. [I need two people over by the warehouse]. He says, in Russian, then, after a pause, adds on, [we have an unexpected delivery.] There's a pause, and soon two men approach. The Goon instructs them to pick up the body, which they do, and carry it into the warehouse, down the steps to the basement. With that out of the way, the Goon turns his attention back to Lissa. "Are you injured?" He asks.

DefiledDoll: She immediately drops the feet and nods, stepping away from the body, her eyes never leaving the male before her as if waiting for him to strike. She smiles as she hears the Russian, glad this was the sort of people she had run into if any and moved out of the way for the Gopniki to deal with the body. She wiped her blood covered hands on her dress, glad it covered up most of her emaciated body before she brought her hand up to touch her bruised face, causing her to wince. "Nothing some tylenol and ice can't help." She dared a soft smile, one that used to make men swoon, at the Goon, her green eyes bright as she stepped forward into the light cast by the inside of the building.

Mysterio: "Come on, let's get you checked out." The Goon extends a hand to her. "And cleaned up." He adds on, quickly. "It's hard to tell if that's your blood or his, and I'd rather not find out by having you bleed out." If she took his hand, the Goon would guide her inside the warehouse, then open the door for her to walk downstairs. "Do you need any help down the stairs?" he asks.

DefiledDoll: She blinked in surprise "Spasibo" she muttered a little, placing her small hand in his much larger one. "I am rather positive it's all his except for the cut on my face...but if you insist Ser." She smiled wider at him before hissing and wincing, her hand coming up to her lip, stroking the old wound that she had opened. She started to worry, if he did examine her, he would see months, perhaps years of abuse....and her brand." She slowed her steps towards the basement but was jolted by his question, "Ah, no, thank you, I can make it." She slowly began her descent into the basement, quickly trying to think up a way out of being checked out.

Mysterio: In the basement is Alecks. Standing about six-feet-tall and wearing a brown blazer, turquoise shirt, and tan slacks, Alecksander Vasiliev was not a particularly interesting-looking man, or at least he wouldn’t be if it weren’t for the burns along the left side of his face. The man was armed with a Makarov, with a fully loaded clip and one in the chamber. He also carried with him three extra clips, each fully loaded, as well as a NR-40 Soviet Combat Knife. At the moment, Alecks sits in the lower section of the storage, his feet up on the desk. He is smoking a cigarette, but focusing most of his attention on a dove that sat on his shoulder, nibbling at his hair. The Goon follows Lassia downstairs and Alecks looks up from his cigarette when the two enter. He reaches into his pocket, taking out a nut which he feeds to the dove on his shoulder, which in turn the dove greedily eats. "And this must be the killer." Alecks guesses, his eyes darting to the body of the man Lissa had just killed, which is now on a gurney and covered in a now-bloody sheet.

DefiledDoll: Lissa observed the man in the basement, her eyes taking in his burns and her surroundings, realizing there was only one door, and getting to it would be difficult she stiffened a bit. Her fear was momentarily forgotten as she saw the dove, making her giggle softly and smile. It was both happy and sad, seeing her old namesake and she moved forward, almost wishing to touch it, but the man's words snapped her back to reality. "Vasilissa, or Lissa, please, "the killer" isn't exactly a name I have earned, I simply used a man's own stupidity against him." She huffed softly, her hand subtly coming up to caress her rather visible ribcage, feeling abruise developing.

Mysterio: Alecks stands up, taking out another nut and feeding it to his bird. "I see you've taken an interest in Vladimir." He states, making it obvious that Vladimir was the dove's name. "Would you like to hold her? She loves strangers. Especially strangers with long hair she can nibble on." He smiles,  extending his hand. Vladimir obediently hops down from his shoulder to his finger where she stands, looking around curious as to why she was told to move here.

DefiledDoll: She smiles, her face immediately betraying her young age as she nodded and stepped forward, letting out a little coo and holding up her arm. "I used to be called Little Dove..." She wispered mostly to herself and the bird before she cooed again, licking the blood from her lips as she almost forgot about everyone else in the room .

Mysterio: Alecks hands Vladimir over, placing her on Lissa's finger. Vladimir coos curiously, looking up at her and tilting her head as if to ask 'who are you?'. She then hops up from her hand to her shoulder, nuzzling her face into Lassia's hair.

DefiledDoll: She giggled softly, feeling the dove nibble on her long blone locks before turning up to the two men. "I have to say this is a rather odd evening for me..." She gave a nervous chuckle and looked around, ocassionally nuzzling the bird with her cheek and smiling.

Mysterio: "Well, that's life." The Goon shrugs. "One moment you're running for you life, the next you're being nuzzled by a dove." Alecks chuckles in agreement, then turns his attention to Lissa. "How about we get you checked out?" He suggests, "I have medical experience, although I'm not exactly a doctor. In fact, I was the opposite of a doctor once."

DefiledDoll: She chuckles at the Goon's response, nodding her head and giggling, "I suppose that is life." She nods and turns to Alecks and nibbled her lip, "If you insist...." She stepped forward and nuzzled into the dove for comfort before giving off a little smile, looking between the two, "For some reason that doesn't surprise me at all"

Mysterio: "Please lay down on the gunrey." Alecks instructs, motioning to the blood-stained gurney that sits in the centre of the room. When she lays down, the Brigidir walks to the wall, taking two latex gloves out of a glove dispenser and putting them on. "You don't happen to be allergic to latex, do you?" He asks, "Because I have latex-free gloves if you are."

DefiledDoll: She chuckles and rolls her eyes a bit, but she was staring at the ceiling so she doubt wither noticed, winging as he bandaged the gash along her cheek. As the blood was siphoned off it would be clearer what sort of beauty this girl once was and could be with proper meals, a true Dove, angelic and disarming. She nods, "it was the same back in Russia, so I doubt I'll feel any less at home here."

Mysterio: Alecks nods, "You are very beautiful." He comments, then turns his attention to the Goon, nodding to him and motioning to the stairs. "Get back to work." he instructs. "Da, comrade." The Goon nods back, heading back upstairs.

DefiledDoll: She blushes and raises a brow, not that it was the first time she had heard it, but unless this guy was planning on trying to fuck her it was a rare utterance. "Well thank you Doc." She beamed up at him before frowning as he sent the other man upstairs, though she was still wary of both men, it was odd to be alone with the new Doc.

Mysterio: "We can't send you home with bloody clothes." Alecks informs her, "You're liable to attract too much... unwanted attention. Especially from the police. I'm going to send a Gopnik clothes shopping for you."

DefiledDoll: She blinks at the word "home" which currently was the floor of a drug house, but she would never mention that. In fact she would probably stand out more there with new clothes than bloody ones. She sighed a little before nodding, "Well...that's very kind, I don't have much to pay you with..." She reaches into her pockets and starts fishing around before gasping as her whole left side jolted with pain.

Mysterio: "We're Russian Bratva." Alecks informs her, "Money is not a problem to us. Actually, come to think of it, I have a spare suit in here. You can wear that and we can go shopping ourselves." He walks to a cabinet, opening it and taking out a spare suit, which would be a bit too big on her, especially with her slender frame. He looks over when she jolts in pain. "Are you okay?"

DefiledDoll : She hisses and tries not to move, "My uh ribs had a fight with a steel toed boot....I think the boot one" She grimaces and lets out a low whine of pain as something she did had made it a little harder to breathe. She looked over at the suit and gave a pained smile. "Not really my style but it'll do Doc" She moves to get up, not wanting him to see how bad she really was.

Mysterio: "Do you need help changing?" Alecks asks, "You seem to be in a lot of pain."

DefiledDoll: She blushed brightly, "It would be better if I said yes, but my pride is saying no" She chuckled and than winced once more as pain shot through her left side "I think my rib is just a little cracked

Mysterio: Alecks places the spare suit down on a table, then walks over to the girl. He unties her bow gently, then lets the dress fall open.

DefiledDoll: She gasped a little at his calavier way of undressing her, her mind screaming 'her's a doctor' over and over until she calmed herself. Her body was clearly stunning, she wore a small pair of lace whit undergarments but her left side was bruised and her brand was red and ugly against her hip. She had various small bruises along her body, old fading ones which clearly had been black to start with by their green and yellow looks now. But what really so asonishing was how skinny she was. Her hips jutted up as well as her ribs and though her breasts were still rather large, they clearly had diminished since she had bought the bra.

Mysterio: "You're skinny as heck." Alecks comments, "Have you been eating properly?" As he talks, he removes the dress, then places it on the bloody gurney. The dress was already covered in blood, so the gurney wasn't going to mess it up that bad. He takes the shirt from the folded up suit, placing it on her back. "Alright, arms in."

DefiledDoll: She looks at him, amazed how he hadn't asked about the brand and nibbled on her cut lip, "I eat when I can Doc, it's hard out there..." She gave him a brave smile as she lifted her arms into the shirt sleeves, hissing a little before she moved to do up the buttons.

Mysterio: The shirt would prove too big on her, and so Alecks would roll up the sleeves. "Once we get you dressed, we're going to Burger King." He announces, "Today, you eat like a queen." With that, he takes the pants and unfolds them, motioning for her to put them on. "I see from your brand you're one of Ivanov's girls. Or, at least you were. Ivanov and our Bratva weren't exactly on... good terms, so don't worry about us sending you back to him or anything."

DefiledDoll: She swam in the shirt like it was a dress and blinked up at him, listening until he finished. She pulls on the pants and they immediately slide down. She moves over to her old dress and takes the tie off it and pushes it through the loops, forcing it to cinch her waist like a makeshift belt. "I...was. Ever hear of Little Dove?" She was a bit curious but she had more questions, "Why are you being so kind to me? I won't...do that again you know. I won't go back to being a whore no matter how much food you give me."

Mysterio: "I'm not trying to fuck you." Alecks assures her, "The last woman I slept with was my wife, and I intend to keep it that way." he pauses, "I am a Vor V Zakone, and it is the duty of all Vory to look out for those less fortunate than them."

DefiledDoll: She scoffs for a moment and looks up at him, "Just because you are faithful to your wife doesn't mean I don't know how much money can be made off of me Doc, and if this is purely out of kindness, can you promise no strings attatched? You give me a burger and that's it? not you give me a burger and then send me to some whorehouse to work for your little group here?"

Mysterio: "Red Oktober does not participate in sex slavery. It's against the Law of Thieves, which we follow to the letter." Alecks assures her, "Which is why we didn't get along with your former employer. I'm suprised you didn't know our turf was a no-go zone for prositutes in general."

DefiledDoll : She nods slowly and shook her head, "Ivan was open with me on many things but your organization was a forbidden topic of conversation." She nodded and brushed off the suit before looking up at him, "Pardon my rudeness...Once you saw my brand I didn't know how I was to be treated."

Mysterio: "Vor V Zakone must always act with upmost honour and integreity." Alecks informs her, "That means not sleeping with women against their will, or doing anything unnatural to alter their will. That mainly means 'don't drug people', but we've taken it to also apply to giving them money for sex. Anyway, come on, let's get going. You look hungry." He motions to Lissa to follow him, walking up to the first floor. Once there, he opens the passenger door to the Red Oktober delivery van for her, then gets in the driver's seat.

DefiledDoll : She nods and follows him, looking around for the Goon, but simply climbed into the van with him, hoping she could trust every word he was saying. "So, you guys run a homeless shelter too?" She sort of joked, picking at the suit nervously as she thought back to having to return to the drug house. "Being upstanding citizens and all..." She teased at him, her smile wide as she perked a playful brow at the male.

Mysterio: The Goon is sitting at his desk, currently typing away on a laptop that sits in front of him. "Why?" Alecks asks, "Do you need a place to stay? If so, we can set you up with an apartment. You'll need to work for us, though." he pauses, then realizes how that sounds, "Not as a prositute." He adds on, "Just general work, maybe helping clean the docks and stuff like that."

DefiledDoll: She waved it off a little, but as they sat in silence for a few moments she nodded, "Okay I'll bite...So, just some cleaning work?"

Mysterio: "Depends on what you're willing to do." The Goon gets up, walking to the door and entering the keycode into the keypad. The grated metal door opens, and Alecks presses the gas, driving out of the warehouse onto the docks. "If you really want to earn your keep, you can do more work. We're always looking for new Shestyorka."

DefiledDoll: She raised a brow, "Pretty much anything but escorting agai..." She nods and watches out the front window, observing where they were keenly as she hadn't really been able to while running for her life. "I am not a kiill....well I suppose I am...is it bad that I feel nothing over ending that man's life?"

Mysterio: "People live, people die. The wheels on the bus go round and round." Alecks states, casually, taking the van onto the road. "I've killed hundreds of people, the Goon has killed far more than I."

DefiledDoll : She nods, not really afraid of the man next to her, she shrugged and nodded, "I suppose that's true." She blinked and looked around, "I don't think I've had a burger in over a year...." her mouth waters and she looks over at Doc with a huge smile-

Mysterio: Alecks smiles back, and soon the van pulls into the drive through of a nearby Burger King. They wait in line a bit, and when it's time to order, Alecks leans over. "I'd like two number 9's; a number 9 large; a number 6, extra dip; a number 7; two number 45's, one with cheese; and a large soda." He orders.

DefiledDoll : She blinks ad wiggles, the smell of fast food making her tummy hurt as she bounced impateinetly on her chair. As he ordered her mouth started to water, letting out a soft whimper of excitement for the food, her eyes widening at the sound. "And a large oreo shake with a large fry" She called into the mic and grinned at him with a little smirk "What? Fries taste amazing dipped in milkshakes...."

Mysterio: "I'm not judging." Alecks assures her, driving foward to the next window. He pays in a hundred dollar bill. "Keep the change." He offers, then drives away, passing the rather large bag of food to Lissa.

DefiledDoll : She giggles happily and digs into the bag, stuffing her face with everything she could, her stomach whininig at the sudden mass amount of food before she looked up at him and blushed. "I..." she cleared her throat and swallowed, "I promise I'm a lady somewhere in here"

Mysterio: Suddenly, a groan is heard from the back of the van. "Jesus... Jesus fucking christ..!" Comes a voice from the back.

DefiledDoll: Lissa jumps, some of the fries she had been munching on went flying into the winsheild, sticking to it with oreo shake, "Holy shit!' She cries out, her accent thick as she scrambled to take a look at the back of the van. "What the fuck Doc?"

Mysterio: "Oh, that's Jack." Alecks says far too casually. From the back, a man with shaggy black hair and a five-o-clock shadow emerges, placing one hand on the back of the chair and leaning in between the seats. "I'm Josef Jakinov." The introduces himself, "And holy fuck do I have a headache." It's worth noting that Jack's suit is covered in white powder stains, and he has some white powder across his lips, as if he had been rolling around in powdered doughnuts.

DefiledDoll: She immediately recognizes the white poweder, or so she things and reaches out, rubbing her index finger along his suit and brings it to her mouth, rubbing it on her gums. "A pleasure to meet you Jack, Vasilissa, or Lissa, or Dove....whichever you prefer. "

Mysterio: Jack takes a bag of the white powder from his jacket pocket. "You want some?" He offers, "Well too bad. It's mine." Alecks, in the meantime, pulls the van back into the docks, driving towards the storage.

DefiledDoll: She rolled her eyes at Jack and smirked, sipping on some of her shake before turning to Doc, "You certainly keep interesting company...." She holds out the delicious shake to Jack, "You want some?" she beams at him, "Well too bad. It's mine."

Mysterio: Jack laughs, a hearty laugh possibly fueled by his drug-induced state. "Cocaine is a bit more expensive than a milkshake, Vasilissa." he points out, "But I don't want your milkshake anyway. Cocaine curbs my appitite, so I'm not hungry. In fact, I don't think I've eaten in three days. Except for some Starburbust." The van pulls up at the doorway to the warehouse where the storage was housed. "Jack, would you kindly?" Alecks asks. "Of course." Jack gets out of the van through the back doors, walking to the door of the storage and entering the keycode into the pad. The door opens, and Alecks drives them inside.