︎ ︎ ︎ ︎𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐊͟𝑶𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐊͟𝑶𝐕.

︎⠀ Although Ivan has been spending quite some time trapped close to this man, he never really knows him or whatever is on @obsesade’s mind. ︎⠀

︎⠀ He wouldn’t blame anyone but himself. “Indeed,” he mutters, “You did a great job, @obsesade.” ︎⠀

︎⠀ he then mutters, “What are you saying,” it doesn’t sound like a question for @obsesade. It was one sentence of disbelief. ︎⠀

︎⠀ to keep his mouth shut, gritting his teeth so he wouldn’t worsen the situation with some useless bark, he knows it wouldn’t help much—judging from the man’s gaze. Though the gears in his brain might be malfunctioning, he remains calm, he tries to. His head is tilted up, ︎⠀

︎⠀ This organization has been using him as their working dog, as if their lackeys couldn’t satisfy them enough that they had to pick one from the street to finish this certain job. Ivan sold his pride in exchange to pay the debt. He couldn’t fight back, his brain tells him ︎⠀