Sergei mused as he cleaned his gun. He was meticulous about keeping his weapons in good working order. The job Charles had hired him for was an easy one, and had been over long ago, yet he and Timur had stayed on for a bit of a vacation. He’d discovered that this was where Mihai had moved to, and it was that reason, combined with wanting to start over now that he was free of the Bratva that made him want to move out here. He’d managed to convince Timur to do the same, and there were plans to bring Illyana out as well, and this made him happy – he could keep his adoptive family together.
There was another plus to being out in this city – he had less to remind him of Mia. There was still some pain attached to her memory, though it had been ten years since the accident. Perhaps he should discuss it with someone. Perhaps not. While staying with Trish and Chance, he’d thought very little about her in his moments alone, so he felt as this place had a sort of healing influence, though he was reluctant to share his thoughts with Timur, based solely on a fear of judgement.
He carefully put the gun back together. Once assembled, he set it aside and started laying out his knives, to test their sharpness, and to sharpen, if necessary. Perhaps he should change his lifestyle, and take up the things Timur had been pestering him to do for years, like jogging. It certainly couldn’t hurt, and there didn’t seem to be much future reason to stay in shape the way he’d been doing. He paused in what he was doing and allowed himself a heavy sigh. It seemed like this was going to be another drastic change in his life; the first having been his parents; the second, Mia’s death. Now it was a turning point.
He’d spoken to Mihai off an on, unbeknownst to Timur, about the benefits and drawbacks of remaining a ghoul as opposed to becoming a full-fledged vampire. Though not as free to embrace as he once was due to the rules set down by the city’s ruler, he was still willing to seek permission, though he continued to urge Sergei to think matters over more, and use the knowledge he’d gained of clans to make his decision and try to go from there.
Carefully, he put things away, currently debating what life would be like, if, for a day, he threw caution to the wind and said yes to anything Timur might suggest to him. Granted, that could be a very dangerous thing as well. Still, merely the look on Timur’s face when he didn’t get the usual answer could very well be worth it.
With a grin, he got up, and left the room. Tomorrow….he’d see what tomorrow would bring.