Nuclear Russians (Slow/Random Updates)

Bad Dreams

**Speech will be set in Russian.**

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An 8 year old Y/N was looking out the car window, watching the buildings pass by. He was swinging his legs, hitting the edge of his booster seat.

Y/N: "Dad, are we there yet?"

He spoke with an eager tone. The man he called his father was Igor, a military soldier who just returned from deployment.

The man was bald but had a trimmed beard. His features made him look tough, like a biker. He wore his combats, his army beret on the passenger seat. He chuckled, his son asking the same question not too long ago.

Igor: "No, not yet. Just be patient ok. We want to surprise your mother, right?"

Y/N: "Yeah!!"

He bounced in his seat with excitement. He was eager to see his mother, even though he saw her this morning when she dropped him off for school. He just really hated being separated from her. He was a mama's boy, and he loved his mama.

Pulling off of the highway, he could see the large hospital that his mother worked at. The parking lot was big but took a while to find a spot. The more time that was wasted, the more Y/N would get antsy.

Igor spotted an opening ahead. He was just about to pull in when a black van cut him off and took the spot.

Igor: "Oh come on!!! Fucking bullshit!!!"

Y/N gasped, causing Igor to look at his son in the rear view mirror, wide eyed at his mistake.

Y/N: "You said a bad word!"

Igor: "I know, I'm sorry. It was an accident. Please don't tell Angelica."

Y/N: "No promises."

He said mischievously, his fathers face covered with a look of defeat. As he continued to drive for another spot, Y/N eyed the black van, watching as multiple men in trench coats stepped out and made their way to the hospital.

When the two finally made it to the facilities reception area, Y/N ran up to one of the desks. He was short for his age, getting the gene from his mother, so he had to get on his tippy toes to get his chin over the counter.

The receptionist was a woman with orange hair, and green eyes. Her name was Leslie and Y/N was always recognized by her.

She saw his head peeking up over the counter and smiled, knowing exactly what he wanted.

Leslie: "Here to see your mother again?"

He nodded, a huge smile plastered on his face. She giggled.

Leslie: "She's currently on the third floor of section B."

She then realized something.

Leslie: "Shouldn't you be at school? How did you get here?"

Igor: "Sorry, I was the one who brought him, I'm his father."

She looked at the large man who came up behind the boy. The air around him was intimidating. He pulled out his ID to prove he was in fact Y/N's father before they went in search of Angelica.

Throughout the entire journey of the hospital halls, Y/N was running with purpose. His father had to use his militaristic voice just to get the boy to wait for him. Every time he did, the child would be bouncing in place ready to bolt.

When Y/N turned a corner, he crashed head first into one of the men from the van. He had fallen back on his bum as he looked up at the man. He had a face with sharp features, a scar over his left eyebrow.