Ivan Kosin
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
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14,740
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Currently Reading:
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
14,740
Reviews:
84
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
May 3
May 3
Ivan Kosin stood naked in front of the mirror in his bathroom, inspecting his own reflection. Nothing. No changes obvious yet. He examined his face. Beard still in. But he hurt - his balls were beginning to ache, and he'd been nauseated all night, unable to sleep. He hoped he didn't look too tired now - he had to be at his best, appear as if all were normal. He couldn't take any chances.
~:~
He hadn't had anything scheduled for today - no inquiries, no meetings. Kosin spent the morning pacing, and making lists. He had two: one listed everything he would need to successfully disappear, and the other listed everything he would need in case he couldn't. The first was almost complete; nothing had yet been written on the second.
He needed a jeep. A jeep and a destination and an identity card and some gloves and - fuck. All at once, a wave of miserable self-awareness came over him and his knees nearly buckled. What if he couldn't make it? He had to. What if he got caught? He wouldn't. What if everything went wrong? It would be fine. What if he made it and nothing went wrong, but then he just couldn't live the lie? He would have to.
Kosin picked up a pencil from his desk as he paced past and bit into it, the dull crunch of the wood temporarily soothing his head. No time for headaches, he reminded himself. He had things to do.
So far, he'd managed to reschedule and clear Thursday and Friday - any sooner would look suspicious - and had packed the only things he intended to take into a single backpack, which was waiting for him by his bedroom door. He paced back by the desk and his eyes fell on the little wooden globe that perched to the left, where it was always struck by the sun. His father had given him that globe, one of exactly five gifts he'd ever received from the man in his lifetime. He'd hated the thing when he'd gotten it - it was small, it was cheap, it was ostentatious with is gold and mother of pearl...staring at it now, the cold reality of his situation began to sink in.
Ivan Kosin was dead.
Everything he knew would have to be left behind.
He decided on a cliff - it was the most dangerous, but also the best way, and he knew just the place. There was a mountain road on the way to his father's cabin - a blind spot gave it a deadly curve around one precipice, and below was all dry brush. If he gave the fire a headstart, the car should burn quickly. Then he would be free to begin again - free to start life over again, in some big city where no one would be any the wiser.
This, of course, was all contingent upon him getting a jeep. He'd waffled about taking his own vehicle, but decided against it. The trackers were always on, and although they went largely unmonitored, if someone did happen to check in, the whole plan could fall apart.
Better to take a jeep.
~:~
Ivan Kosin stood naked in front of the mirror in his bathroom, inspecting his own reflection. Nothing. No changes obvious yet. He examined his face. Beard still in. But he hurt - his balls were beginning to ache, and he'd been nauseated all night, unable to sleep. He hoped he didn't look too tired now - he had to be at his best, appear as if all were normal. He couldn't take any chances.
~:~
He hadn't had anything scheduled for today - no inquiries, no meetings. Kosin spent the morning pacing, and making lists. He had two: one listed everything he would need to successfully disappear, and the other listed everything he would need in case he couldn't. The first was almost complete; nothing had yet been written on the second.
He needed a jeep. A jeep and a destination and an identity card and some gloves and - fuck. All at once, a wave of miserable self-awareness came over him and his knees nearly buckled. What if he couldn't make it? He had to. What if he got caught? He wouldn't. What if everything went wrong? It would be fine. What if he made it and nothing went wrong, but then he just couldn't live the lie? He would have to.
Kosin picked up a pencil from his desk as he paced past and bit into it, the dull crunch of the wood temporarily soothing his head. No time for headaches, he reminded himself. He had things to do.
So far, he'd managed to reschedule and clear Thursday and Friday - any sooner would look suspicious - and had packed the only things he intended to take into a single backpack, which was waiting for him by his bedroom door. He paced back by the desk and his eyes fell on the little wooden globe that perched to the left, where it was always struck by the sun. His father had given him that globe, one of exactly five gifts he'd ever received from the man in his lifetime. He'd hated the thing when he'd gotten it - it was small, it was cheap, it was ostentatious with is gold and mother of pearl...staring at it now, the cold reality of his situation began to sink in.
Ivan Kosin was dead.
Everything he knew would have to be left behind.
He decided on a cliff - it was the most dangerous, but also the best way, and he knew just the place. There was a mountain road on the way to his father's cabin - a blind spot gave it a deadly curve around one precipice, and below was all dry brush. If he gave the fire a headstart, the car should burn quickly. Then he would be free to begin again - free to start life over again, in some big city where no one would be any the wiser.
This, of course, was all contingent upon him getting a jeep. He'd waffled about taking his own vehicle, but decided against it. The trackers were always on, and although they went largely unmonitored, if someone did happen to check in, the whole plan could fall apart.
Better to take a jeep.
~:~