𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖘 [fyodor dostoevsky x reader] ༉‧₊˚✧

𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖑𝖔𝖜.

Headquarters was buried deep underground, a system of stone and concrete halls crisscrossed and hid the mysteries behind the organization far under the Earth's surface — so far down that most of the lackeys never scaled the entire base. They traversed the corridors, fulfilling their duties with a sense of unease, aware that a single misstep could end with them becoming one of those hidden secrets. A particular few, considered the strongest and smartest of the Rats, were huddled together for a meeting in a small room to discuss their next mission. And at the head of the table was not the overlooming presence of their leader, Fyodor Dostoevsky, but of his right-hand, (Name) Yeliseyeva.

This wasn't a common set-up for their meetings, which was made more evident by the chair that stood empty at (Name)'s side. She fiddled with the cracking leather of Fyodor's swivel chair, humming as she tuned out her subordinates. Fyodor had placed her in charge of his usual tasks while he was away with a mission regarding the Decay of Angels, and as such, she led their meetings in his sted. It wasn't a difficult task — there was much harder work she had to complete that didn't require her taking on that leadership role — and she rather enjoyed the tempered atmosphere. Fyodor's intimidating presence often left the others mute and shaken, so it was a pleasant change to hear some of them laughing amongst themselves, even if she wasn't particularly close to any of them.

Some of them had moved on from discussing the laborious tasks they were assigned, instead focusing on optimal strategies for their next mission — so she decided to tune back in. While she was well aware that Fyodor would have the final say on these decisions, she knew it also didn't hurt to listen to their suggestions in case someone struck gold.

"Oh, please. You wouldn't be able to pull that one off without me. I should be the person leading that mission," an abrasive voice bellowed from the opposite end of the table, cutting straight through another conversation. "Wouldn't you agree, (Name)?"

"God damn it," she thought, internally groaning.

This delightful character was a man only known to others as Solovev, and he had to be one of her least favorite subordinates. While she had a plethora of ones she disliked, he hit the top of her list — and the sole reason he was included in the meeting was because of his ability, which increased his strength tenfold. Otherwise, with an insultingly low intelligence like his, he wouldn't even be involved with the organization.

(Name) was aware that Fyodor often hired cruel and selfish people to become subordinates — they were the most gullible people in their joint opinion and also the ones that truly deserved to be manipulated — but that didn't mean she enjoyed the process of interacting with them. And it didn't help that this man, unlike most subordinates, was very vocal about his disdain for her position — though he kept those thoughts to himself whenever Fyodor was here. However, when he wasn't, Solovev made it his personal mission to one-up her with every chance he had. His insults and snide remarks had never worked, regardless, because, in his pride, his goal to annoy her became obvious.

"Hey, Kuznetsov!" he called across the table, trying to grab the attention of a subordinate who only huffed at him in response. There was a dark gleam in his eyes, which put every nerve of (Name)'s body on edge. "You remember that last lady we dealt with on that mission to the outskirts of Suribachi City, right? Remember what I did to her? What a beauty!"

But sometimes, there were moments when he successfully got under her skin.

With a barrage of lewd hand gestures, he explained in grotesque detail how he made the last moments of this woman's life both miserable and humiliating. Each description made (Name) nauseous, simultaneously empathetic, and disgusted by the graphic nature of the encounter. Opposing organizations of the Rats often declared that they didn't have morals, but she knew that wasn't true — it was disgusting pigs like Solovev that were the real monsters. Neither she nor Fyodor liked the suffering of others unless they deserved it, only finding ironic enjoyment in the pain, but people like Solovev just enjoyed taking advantage of the weak. They revel in power, driven by lust and greed, as they take whatever they want.