𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧, ᴀʀᴍɪɴ ᴀʀʟᴇʀᴛ

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❝ 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒 ❞

**𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 "[𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔]" 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆*

۞・. ⇛ "TRUST ME, MEXICO WOULD BE A FUN TRIP." your cousin tried to assure you.

you sat in the passenger seat of his truck debating on whether to go to brazil or mexico for the summer trip you both were planning. "wait cancún or tulum? or did you change your mind again?" you asked. "why not both? see, we can visit those places and more if we go to mexico!"

"but we went to mexico already, we haven't been to brazil yet." you argued. "can't you visit your little girlfriend in mexico another week in june?"

"nah uh. mexico was your choice last summer. i should choose this trip if we're gonna be fair here." he said. truth be told if you knew that he was going to pick up a girlfriend there you would've chosen korea last year.

ivan nikitin, or in other terms: your second cousin. ivan has been by your side ever since five years ago when he first met you. you both instantly clicked and were always together; he was always willing to help you out when your father had his usual shit shows and piled everything on you.

your dad despised ivan, which was really the reason you met him only five years ago: when you weren't actually supposed to come into contact with him. ivan's mother hated your dad and they both started a big family feud that ended ... eventually.

but even till this day people in your family still hate your dad and continue to try and go against him in the family business; but of course that was hard since... your father is the boss and head of the family business.

as you were agreeing to his argument about the trip, ivan turned off the road and pulled into the garage of an abandoned building where a truck was sitting a few feet away from yours. your father sent you both to do weapon trades and so far this was your fourth stop of the day.

you unbuckle your seatbelt before getting out of the car and walking over to the other truck parked in front of you. you knocked on the back of the truck letting the person know you were ready.

you watched as the unknown person turned into a man as he got out of the car. he stood around six feet and two inches tall, wearing black expensive casual shoes, dark blue skinny fit jeans, and a dark brown long sleeve shirt. his neck was accessorised with a gold tennis chain around it.