Hunter and the Hunted - Kapkan x Reader

6

"What the fuck are you thinking дурак!", Lera snarled at Maxim.

"She needs somewhere to stay, I owe her this", Maxim folded his arms and snuffed at Finka.

"Come now Lera, she's a lovely girl. You'll like having another woman around here", Alexsandr said, trying to diffuse Lera.

"Fuck off Alex. I struggle with you morons, that bitch wont make it any easier". Maxim lunged forward at this comment.

"Watch your mouth Lera".

"What? What are you gonna do? Do you like her or something? Oh look, your ears are all red again. You're in love with that little slut aren't you?".

Maxim lost his nerve and raised his fist to warn, not hit, Lera. Although this didn't threaten her one bit, her mean smirk was still unchanged. Alexsandr seized him anyway before he could strike and yanked him to the side.

"успокойся you goddamn animals. Have you forgotten that she's just at the door?", Shuhrat sat up from the dusty sofa. He had been purposefully avoiding the argument.

The three Russians shot each other a threatening glance before Alexsandr went to get the door. Lera retreated to her room.

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You heard an awful lot of yelling behind the door, you couldn't make out much as some was in Russian and the door was thick but you had a feeling it was regarding you. The door opened and Alexsandr poked his head out and gave you a huge smile.

"Welcome y/n!".

"Thank you Alexsandr".

He opened the door fully and held his hand out, gesturing you inside. The quarters somehow were like you imagined but also completely the opposite. It was like an apartment but with concrete walls and little furniture. Almost every wall had some kind of Russian flag nailed to it, there were shot glasses on the coffee table and vodka was stacked on the shoe rack by the door. Maxim came up and took your hand, you went red all of a sudden.

"Well this is the Russian hole", he said, "that there on the couch is Shuhrat".

The man on the couch raised an arm in the air, his legs draped on the backrest and his head was hanging off the seat. You waved at Shuhrat who hiccuped back. Maxim walked you around the quarters, away from the main area there was a hallway where he pointed out everyone's rooms. There were 6 in total and each door faced each other, the first two belonged to Shuhrat and someone called Timur, the next two were his and Alexsandr's. Maxim showed you the final room, it was dusty and empty apart from a bed and a closet by the window.

"You stay here once you get out of the medical ward".

"Who lives opposite me?".

"Oh... um... Lera is there but shes not feeling well right now so she can't meet you yet". He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "I'm just down the hall to the left if you ever need me".

"Thank you Maxim, for having me. I know not everyone is keen but it means the world to me".

Maxim turned so your bodies mirrored. He stared down at you with an odd expression etched on his features. You shifted, confused. Maxim placed his hands on your shoulders and squeezed you, you watched him, puzzled, he looked just as confused as you, his face unreadable. He gave your shoulders a final pat before clearing his throat awkwardly and hurrying out of the room. You stood there, not quite comprehending what the hell that was. You shook it off and go back up the hallway. As you walked , the door opposite your room opened and a woman with short brown hair looked out and then slammed the door the second she caught a glimpse of you. You brushed the second bizarre occurrence off and reach the living room with the couch. Alexsandr and  someone you are yet to meet were arm wrestling over the coffee table and Shuhrat was standing over them, refereeing them comedically. Maxim is sat on the edge of the sofa clutching a shot in his fingertips. Once Alexsandr saw you, he slammed the guy's hand on the table with ease, he was pretending to put up a fight.