Greetings, Father

[Vasily Petrov]

Vasily walked in like he owned the place. He didn't techincally own it but it was still his home, as what his mother said, and he was welcome whenever. She was always pleading with him to marry and give her grandchildren. Both of which were subjects Vasily was far from ever having conversations about. He was loving his life at the moment. He was a young, sucessful, rich, powerful man. He had a different girl at hourly intervals, if he so pleased, and not any of them were marriage material. They weren't even relationship that lasted longer than a half hour material.

It had been a while since Vasily had been to see his father and even though he knew what the conversation would lead to, the young man still went. There was two things Ivan Petrov wanted of his son; marriage and for him to take over when the time came. Vasily walked through the vastly large house, nodding and greeting staff as he went. Maids, butlers, gardeners, whatever else his mother thought she needed was on the payroll. He almost made it through without seeing Mrs. Petrov but just as he was about to enter his father's work room he heard her. Slowly turning around Vasily smiled softly at his mother as she descended the grand staircase. "Ìàòü" He called as she walked over to him.

"Why you not come to see me? I been worried." She said, her accent rich with the old country. Vasily wasn't well versed on how his parents met but he knew they cared about each other and he had a good childhood. "I'm sorry, Mama. I've been busy at the club." He said, kissing both of her cheeks. "Well, you got girlfriend yet? I not getting any younger." Vasily sighed and shook his head. It was about that time he heard the door behind him open and turned around quickly to adress the man at the door. It was one of the underbosses that worked with Ivan. Vasily nodded slightly to the man who nodded back and left the house quickly. V turned to his father standing in the room and smiled. "Papa." He said, nodding to his father out of respect.

[Ivan Fyodor Petrov]

Ivan’s life was perfect… as perfect as a mob boss life could be. He had everything a man could ask for, a loving wife, money more than he could ever care to spend, good business, and of course his pride and joy, his son and daughter. If only his so called pride and joy would ever listen, then it will be just too good to be true… but when things are too good to be true, usually they are, so Ivan didn’t expect too much. Though that didn’t stop him from wanting to talk about that matter with Vasily every time they met—probably it was why his son visited them lesser and lesser.

He was having a meeting when he heard the all too familiar voice from the outside of the home office, talking with his wife. He smiled; Ivan knew that voice but he can’t just leave this meeting with the underboss… so instead leaving the meeting to greet his only son, Ivan continued listening to the man. Soon he was becoming too excited to see his son that he told the underboss they will just continue the meeting tomorrow.

The underboss nodded to him as he left the office, and Ivan quickly put his gun back to the drawer—he just used that to make sure the underboss understood the importance of sealing the deal the way he wanted—before he smiled up as he saw his son, his Vasily, stood there, smiling back to him. “Vasily, son” he chuckled, gesturing him to come inside and close the door behind him, though he was sure he and his wife already knew what exactly the head of the Petrov family was about to ‘discussed’ with his son…

Only two things Ivan really, really desperate about, and one of them including Vasily coming home with a girl in his arm, about to be introduced to his parents. The problem was V, just like any other young men of his age, seemed to be too reluctant to settle down. “It’s been a while since your last visit, son… how are you?”