dmitry.

❝ ᴀ ʀᴜssɪᴀɴ ʀᴀᴛ ɪs ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ — ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴏʀ ʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅs ᴜᴘ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. ❞ ⋆ ᴅᴍɪᴛʀʏ, ᴀɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪᴀ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ⋆ ᴄᴏɴ ᴍᴀɴ ﹠ ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ⋆ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ﹠ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ⋆ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ #ᴄᴀʀᴀ

"Sorry, sweetheart. If there was any work here, we'd be the ones doing it." A lie, but so what? His survival is based on lies. [@ToHerFate]

"Another beautiful day in the city." He means that. Even though the temperature is /probably/ below zero.

Shit, he's been spotted—

Whoa. Uh, where'd he wake up? He can't remember.

New Year’s Eve. So many unsuspecting people to pickpocket.

Genovia? Why would they be headed there? But then the thought struck him: this stranger resembled the lost prince exactly how he imagined the prince would look. /That/ could work for him. “Excuse me,” he said. “I couldn’t help but overhear—I have an extra ticket.” teapawt.net/provcatlve/status/9473…

The strangers seemed quite distressed, he thought. Stress was a friend of his, as it allowed him to guide the situations he integrated himself into. This was promising. Now, if only he could pinpoint their goal. teapawt.net/provcatlve/status/9473…

For now, Dmitry stayed back. Until he knew more about the situation, he was in no position to act in any sort of way. If he saw potential for a new scheme, /then/ he could step in. teapawt.net/provcatlve/status/9473…

The scoff has the man raising a brow, both in curiosity and bewilderment. Who was this stranger? teapawt.net/provcatlve/status/9473…

//whoever wants to do a live action anastasia movie-musical, cpine for dmitry thanks

Blinks. teapawt.net/provcatlve/status/9473…

//i have ‘my petersburg’ stuck in my head thanks dmitry

Surveys his surroundings.

//anyway am i officially cpine trash yet

//i rly hope these notifications show up on my end and others bc i rly don't wanna suffer and make a new acc