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Nightmares tore Kazimir from a slumber that was already restless, memories from D6 still too fresh in his mind. His brother had been a ranger too, and he’d held him as he took his last breath before joining their parents in whatever afterlife there might be. It was a curse, being the last person in one’s family, but it still beat being dead.

Kaz rubbed his eyes as he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed and standing. He would have preferred continuing to toss and turn, but the need to take a piss prevented him for finding even a modicum of comfort beneath his blankets. And so he went, relieving himself before pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He almost left without his boots, only noticing that his feet were bare when his hand touched the knob on the front door. 

A few minutes later, Kaz was moving through throngs of others fortunate enough to reside in Aleksandrov Sad, one of the Polis stations. He didn’t often count his fortunes, considering the bitter resentment he felt deeply in his soul. 
 
He was on his way to the tunnels, specifically a maintenance shaft where his brother once liked to play. Yakov was significantly younger than him, and for every bit of Kaz that was weighed down with the darkness of their reality, Yakov had been full of joy and spirit. He died doing what he loved, and even as his chest heaved with the rasping of his final cycling of oxygen, Yakov smiled. 
 

Kaz slowed to a stop outside of a bar, head turning as he stared hard at the door. Today was Yakov’s birthday. He would have been 25. Grimacing, Kaz entered a moment later to ask after a shot of vodka. He hated it, and it made him the brunt of many of Yakov’s jokes, but the sweetness of American whiskey was far more desirable to him. 
 

“To Yasha,” he murmured to himself, knocking back his brother’s favorite drink. He returned it to the counter, still standing as he ordered asked for a second. Sometimes Polis let him forget the state of the world.

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Joe was one of the people that helped him forget. Joe herself was a pain in the ass but she was the sort that ignored the state of things for the moment. So as she came up behind Kaz she gave him a half hug before sitting next to him. "What're we drinking to puta?" she said spinning a finger for the next round. The Mexican woman always seemed to have little to no woes at least from the outside.

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"Yakov," Kaz answered, and despite his dark mood, a smile teased at the corner of his mouth. It was hard not to, when Joe was involved. Besides, she made as good a drinking partner as the next guy. While another round was poured, he turned toward her and leaned against the lip of the bar. "Hey, you don't happen to remember the name of that girl he was seeing, do you?"

The shots were poured and he reached for his, tossing it back quickly.

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"I thought that was my sweet pussy," she said with a cocky smirk as she picked up her drink. "I mean I'm the hottest chic in Polis. But I think her name was... Tatiana... or Katya or.... what's that other really common Russian name? Ummm... OLGA!" she snapped her fingers together before taking the shot and setting it down for the next setting down the bullets for them. "Or Anna. Don't remember."

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"I doubt there exists a man that can resist your charm, Joe," Kaz said, and this time it was his turn to signal for another round. As much as he disliked vodka, it tasted better with each subsequent shot. If there was such a man, Kazimir certainly wasn't it. He reached into his pocket, tugging a box from it and dropping it on the bar. He was a bit too absent minded, and perhaps a bit too oblivious, to realize what he might have been indicating at first, but his next words cleared the air.

"I found that in his things last night. It was our mother's. Didn't even know he had the damned thing."

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Kazimir had just thrown his own shot into his mouth when she spoke, which resulted in a sputtering, hacking cough of laughter. Vodka dripped from his lips and into his beard as he raised an arm to wipe it away.

"Never had a man propose to you?" Kaz asked when he was done choking on fermented potato water.

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"That really shouldn't surprise me," Kaz mused. This time, when he tapped his fingers on the bar for another one, he said to the bartender, "Might as well just leave the bottle. Unless you feel like getting your exercise for the week in."

A bottle was placed before them and Kazimir snagged it, pouring their next shots.

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Kazimir smirked at Joe.

”If I thought I had a snowball’s chance in Hell,” he replied, and that smirk broadened into a grin. He reached for the box and flipped it open, revealing a decently sized, high grade brilliant cut diamond. It was flanked with a ring of fine, round sapphires atop a band of white gold. Pricy, no doubt. At least, it was before the war.

”Doesn’t really seem my style though. I’m a simple man.”

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"I certainly think that would cut someone up if you punched them with it," she said as she picked it up to look at it. "Why don't you think you don't have a chance with me?" she asked as she took the next shot and set it down to pour them out their next round.

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Kazimir said nothing for a long moment. Had he meant to say that? He lifted a shoulder in a dismissive, half-hearted shrug.

”I can’t honestly answer that,” he admitted. He took the newly poured shot and reversed the magic she’d worked with the bottle. “Might have something to do with the nerd. Bit of a difference between us, as far as that type goes. More brawn than brains, Yasha used to tell me.”

Not that there was actually a question in regards to Kaz’s intelligence. He wasn’t by any means stupid, he just approached things in a more physical manner.

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"Eh. I sometimes think the nerd only dates me because he's scared of me," she admitted to him. "That and he's always gonna get home safe ain't he?" she said referring to the last Dead City run that she literally carried him home to Polis.

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“That’s an odd way of expressing one’s feelings,” Kazimir mused, his words followed with a deep chuckle. It was his turn to pour, and pour he did.

”How’d that even happen?” He was referring to their relationship.

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