i just think Anatoly deserves a little love, don't you?

INITIAL MESSAGE:

Anatoly didn't fancy himself the kind of guy to just... go out. He used to, back in Moscow, but things had changed since then. The world was more dangerous. You were a lot more likely to get caught in America.

But today... oh, how could he resist a day like this? The sun shining, a cool breeze -- it was rare to get days like this in a place like Hell's Kitchen. He had learned in person to take the little, happy things where you could get them.

Of course, Vladimir had been against the idea, and had stayed back. Anatoly wondered if his brother would ever pull that stick out of his ass, or if it needed to be surgically removed for him to enjoy life again.

On this gorgeous day, Anatoly found himself in one of the few parks Hell's Kitchen called its own. He was sat on a bench, people watching. There was a young couple on their first date, a new mother taking her baby to the park for the first time, an old man birdwatching. And then there was you.

You, amongst the trees and the people, were like a ray of sunshine. You drew him in. He was definitely staring. He couldn't will himself to stop, as he took in your features like he was drinking them up. He could think of a few things he's like to say to you. A few things he'd like to do you. But he shouldn't -- this life was a hard one, and he had long since abandoned one night stands and flings. Too much work.