"You'll be the ruin of me, won't you?"
"Yes. Does that frighten you?"
"It excites me"
In which a young glamorous aspiring politician who goes by her infamous nickname "Dionysus" for her reckless behavior catches the eyes and heart of Henry Winter
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"𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓? 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏" is what Judas was ordered to do by his dear papa Judas was sitting in front of Ilya's bed staring at her before her telephone went off "Judas Ivanov speaking" he whispered into the receiver desperately quiet to keep his sister from waking up whatever she did the night before was taking its toll on her physically health seeing as she slept well into the afternoon "son" is all he heard and almost immediately straightened up "papa?" He spoke into the phone smiling childishly as his father asked about his health and well-being "all good papa New England is treating me well" Judas spoke his voice more confident now that they were conversing in Russian "moi syn, where is your sister?" Dmitri Ivanov asked as he leaned back into his leather office chair taking a puff of his cigarette as he watched people outside his office with flyers and pins with his face the campaign was going so well he could feel and taste victory all he needed was his favorite girl by his side.
"She's asleep papa" Judas explained softly caressing his sister's face.
"So what? Wake her up" dmitri ordered Judas immediately doing as his father demanded "Ilya wake up" Judas tried all he got was soft whines "Ilya wake up!" And he lightly smacked the girl who rose back from the dead "what is it with you and slapping me awake?" Ilya snapped and feigned annoyance when Judas sent a dashing smile towards her and shook the phone in his hands "Papa" Ilya said into the phone.
"Moi tsarina good morning" Dimitri grinned into the phone running a hand through his soft hair listening to the bed creak and the shuffling of pillows he guessed she had a rough night "what is it?" Ilya spoke earning a book thrown to her face from the bottom of the bed where Judas was now leaning against the wooden table pretending to read one of her books.
Ilya snorted at the book that was written in Arabic and from what she knew Judas definitely did not know how to read or write his mothers language "I need you to agree to a interview that will help us in our campaign" Dmitri spoke suddenly in a serious voice almost forgetting this was his only daughter he was speaking to he was reminded of it when Ilya scoffed "your campaign you mean? What's in it for me?" Ilya heard her father laugh in disbelief she heard him mumble for saints to give him patience "what's in it for you? Everything. you'll have your debut in the political scene and you'll be the only daughter and favorite child of the president is that not enough?" Dmitri explained breathing heavily through his nose he loved his girl to death but sometimes he wanted to smack some sense into her.
"Favorite child? Judas you heard that?" Ilya teased with a slight grin leaning her head back against the headboard of the bed as she listened to her father explain plans and strategies for the future the golden child failed to notice her brother leaning forward to inspect the bandaids on his sister's neck and on the hand that was holding the telephone to her ear was cut open as if she punched someone over and over again Judas frowned Ilya never told him where she was going the other night.
