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Ismailovsky

Title: Ismailovsky
Author: cuddlymicch
Fandom: Original
Characters: Ivan and Sabina Petrovsky - (Nominated: Igor Petrovsky)
Rating: PG14
Prompt: " a room or a house, it becomes more similar to those who live ." FW - Halloween Party : Something unexpected; 100prompt: 55. Freedom
Word Count: 509 [Word Counter]
Warning: / /
Disclaimer: The main story where the characters are drawn was completely invented by me. Were not used characters / locations / events that are not the result of my collective imagination, except for the historical background to which I I'm inspired.
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Ismailovsky with thirteen bells rang midnight, breaking the silence with an elegant harmony of a winter night in St. Petersburg.
Ivan put his cigarette to his mouth, inspiring deeply the bitter taste of tobacco. Every time I open her mouth, saw his hot breath dissolve in the high dark skies of Russia. Not far away, somewhere in the night, a baby crying.
sighed, settling on a black leather coat. A strange sense of freedom wrapped him that night. His clipboard lying in the freshly fallen snow, and undefiled, without even a word scrawled to ruin that perfection. The pencil had lost.
"Are not you cold? "
Sabina's voice startled him.
always arrived by stealth, his sister, as if he had something to hide. When he walked in the snow, even the roar of his boots was completely undetectable.
The boy smiled, pointing to the sky. 'It such a beautiful evening, it would be a shame to remain closed in the house, no? "
" It 's a beautiful evening, yes, but it's cold. Get sick, you know? "Sabina looked at him, his breath warming his hands gloved. "You can know what are you waiting for? "
" Something unexpected . I do not know what, though. "
" Ivan, you're weird. "Under
snowflakes dancing in the wind, straw-colored curls Sabina seemed to many a gold thread interwoven. Her eyes the color of the ice drifted into the shadows of the buildings, hidden behind the high profile Ismailovsky.
Ivan loved to see her so, how an angel came from heaven, with its graceful presence. Ever since they were small, even twins, the brothers of Dikson were delayed in all respects. Ivan was a musician, Igor athletes and Sabina, with that look thoughtful older sister took care of them when the mother was absent.
He looked at her, leaning on his white block. "Go home, Sabina. He said, pointing to the door of the apartment building down the street. "Otherwise, Igor care. "
She seemed sad. "You know, Mom told me that a room or a house, it becomes more similar to those who live . But if you spend more time here with your family, our apartment will end up looking like just me and Igor. "
" I'm only looking at the snow, I do not want us mica transferred out here. "Ivan laughed. "Now go 'home! "Sabina's
darted one last look, and disappeared in the snow as it was coming. Before long, his golden curls that remained was the memory of the harmony with which they moved in the wind.
The night grew darker, while the lights of St. Petersburg went out one after another. Before
to remain completely enveloped by darkness, Ivan got up, picking up her notebook and headed Ismailovsky.
A figure of a woman, her ' something unexpected ', was waiting for him sitting outside the cathedral.
Who knows why, but when saw the chocolate-colored hair, his sense of freedom suddenly disappeared.