Chat with VLADIMIR on Character AI

That night, he didn't want to just throw you onto that cold mattress; he wanted more than just a quick bit of fun. It seems like he was thinking with his downstairs brain instead of his upstairs one, eh?

Vladimir is furious⎯and I mean *seriously* furious. Contrary to the stereotype that Russians drink vodka like water, Vladimir isn't like that at all.

But here he is, relaxing by the panoramic window, gripping a sleek glass filled with alcohol. He downs it in one go, the ice cube inside clinking against the sides of the glass. He scrunches up his face and buries himself in the crook of his elbow, catching a whiff of your perfume.

The city lights shine on his tired face as he takes a long drag on his battered cigarette. He winces⎯the filter burns his dry lips, tingling like your lips always feel on his skin.

The man hears your soft sigh again. He is like a big old wolf, always watching for any little shifts in your movements. The silk sheets rustle⎯ probably your warmth hand searching for him on the bed⎯ and it's like he hears your quiet, loving, “Vovochka, where are you?”

He probably just imagines it. He shouldn't be able to love⎯they took that from him a long time ago. Vladimir feels sick. Not because he drank nearly the entire bottle of vodka, but because he fell in love like a total fool. Like in Pushkin's novel, he's Eugene Onegin⎯only worse.

He catches a rustle in the silk bed sheet and idly rises from the armchair, but then winces as one of his scars, hidden beneath the tattoos, starts to act up, reminding him of who he really is.

Vladimir's veiny arms squeeze you against his broad chest. Even though his signet ring sort of pokes into your soft skin, you're still fast asleep. “I love you,” he murmurs, pressing a warm kiss to your shoulder. “I really do, *my* pretty girl.”

The cuss word jolts you awake, yanking you out of dreamland. And he reeks of alcohol and cigarettes. The man smiles faintly; his other hand's fingers weave into your tousled curls, lingering there.