Homecoming. After 12 years.

Pyeter Lobanov did not consider himself to be overtly sentimental, but as memories of his childhood came flooding in, he felt nostalgic of the time lost. He watched with fascination as the vast expanse of uninhibited forest land was slowly being replaced by thatched roofs and settlements as the train trudged closer to the capital city – St. Petersburg.

“We are getting closer” James Pierre, Pyeter’s travelling companion remarked peering out of the window. Pyeter grunted.

The sky was darkening as the sun slowly sank below the horizon. The men spoke briefly about their impeding trip – James filling Pyeter in about the going ons of the Russian Aristocracy -

“I do have to warn you, the Russian parties are even more boring than the French ones. Worse there aren’t enough girls our age who would be in attendance either. It will be old hairy warlocks, members of the Duma boring everyone with stories of legislative assemblies and quite a few married ladies with saggy tits fawning all over you to start a summer affair”

Pyeter smiled ruefully offering “It can’t be that bad. Personally, I am very excited to visit after 12 years.”

“While I understand your enthusiasm, I am afraid I can’t mirror the sentiment. Believe me, I would skip this trip entirely if I could” James replied sounding slightly exasperated.

“I am sure not having to wake up for the lectures early morning would be a welcome change. Plus, we could hunt for game and go horse riding. Camp in the forest. As a matter of fact, an occasional liaison with a married woman wouldn’t be so bad do you think? I mean they would probably have more experience won’t they?” Pyeter probed.

“Hah! To think that Pyeter, the son of pious and celibate Mathematics Professor Mikhail Lobanov is interested in steamy liaisons with married woman of the Russian Aristocracy!” mocked James. Pyeter didn’t rise to the bait.

“Alright Pyeter. I see that you are a man on a mission. I don’t hope to dissuade you nor rain on your excitement. Let’s just hope if and when you do get overwhelmed with it all, you will remember your dear friend and his prophetic warning.”. James finally remarked, grinning from ear to ear.

Pyeter who had a flicker of shadow crossing his face momentarily at the mention of the word mission shook his head and smiled and replied “I will”.

**

Five carriages away, 2 men played cards while another was in deep conversation with a passenger. The three of them were travelling together. The train horn signalled the approaching station and one of the men rose from their seat. Wordlessly, he picked up his luggage and bid his goodbyes to the other men. The train slowed down and stopped at the small village town – Gatchina where this man got off the train and hurried off the empty station. This man, who went by the name of Vadim, was the member of Narodnaya Volya – People’s Will – a socialist political organisation. Him and his travellers and Pyeter Lobanov. Vadim was tasked with gathering resources and intel while the other two men would work in the shadows for Pyeter with other members of the cell whose task was to assassinate Tsar Nicholas II and bring about the revolution.

** Privet Comrades! Congratulations if you made it this far. I have pulled this one off the archives. Basically, the premise of the story is that my character is a revolutionary/ member of the terrorist organisation the People’s Will who is now in Russia - recruiting and gathering resources, money, influence to ignite the revolution and also to assassinate Tsar Nicholas II! To this extent, he is going to use his own heritage/ his friend's connections to gain entry into the rich/upper class society of Russia.

Who does he meet during his mission? A MILFy widow looking for companionship? An almost broke socialite looking to hedge her risks and welcome the regime change? Or a Duchess disillusioned with the going ons of the Russian Aristocracy? The possibilities are endless.

(The starter is obviously just to initiate/ spring forth your imagination and isn't set on stone).

Now who I am looking for? - A detailed/ creative writer who not only loves smut but also a good story build up. One who isn't afraid to drive the story when the need arises and also hopefully bring to life this intricate tapestry of politics, struggle, war, debauchery and violence!

Discord is preferred.

So if any of this interests you, do hit me up!>Homecoming. After 12 years.

Pyeter Lobanov did not consider himself to be overtly sentimental, but as memories of his childhood came flooding in, he felt nostalgic of the time lost. He watched with fascination as the vast expanse of uninhibited forest land was slowly being replaced by thatched roofs and settlements as the train trudged closer to the capital city – St. Petersburg.

“We are getting closer” James Pierre, Pyeter’s travelling companion remarked peering out of the window. Pyeter grunted.

The sky was darkening as the sun slowly sank below the horizon. The men spoke briefly about their impeding trip – James filling Pyeter in about the going ons of the Russian Aristocracy -

“I do have to warn you, the Russian parties are even more boring than the French ones. Worse there aren’t enough girls our age who would be in attendance either. It will be old hairy warlocks, members of the Duma boring everyone with stories of legislative assemblies and quite a few married ladies with saggy tits fawning all over you to start a summer affair”

Pyeter smiled ruefully offering “It can’t be that bad. Personally, I am very excited to visit after 12 years.”

“While I understand your enthusiasm, I am afraid I can’t mirror the sentiment. Believe me, I would skip this trip entirely if I could” James replied sounding slightly exasperated.

“I am sure not having to wake up for the lectures early morning would be a welcome change. Plus, we could hunt for game and go horse riding. Camp in the forest. As a matter of fact, an occasional liaison with a married woman wouldn’t be so bad do you think? I mean they would probably have more experience won’t they?” Pyeter probed.

“Hah! To think that Pyeter, the son of pious and celibate Mathematics Professor Mikhail Lobanov is interested in steamy liaisons with married woman of the Russian Aristocracy!” mocked James. Pyeter didn’t rise to the bait.

“Alright Pyeter. I see that you are a man on a mission. I don’t hope to dissuade you nor rain on your excitement. Let’s just hope if and when you do get overwhelmed with it all, you will remember your dear friend and his prophetic warning.”. James finally remarked, grinning from ear to ear.

Pyeter who had a flicker of shadow crossing his face momentarily at the mention of the word mission shook his head and smiled and replied “I will”.

**

Five carriages away, 2 men played cards while another was in deep conversation with a passenger. The three of them were travelling together. The train horn signalled the approaching station and one of the men rose from their seat. Wordlessly, he picked up his luggage and bid his goodbyes to the other men. The train slowed down and stopped at the small village town – Gatchina where this man got off the train and hurried off the empty station. This man, who went by the name of Vadim, was the member of Narodnaya Volya – People’s Will – a socialist political organisation. Him and his travellers and Pyeter Lobanov. Vadim was tasked with gathering resources and intel while the other two men would work in the shadows for Pyeter with other members of the cell whose task was to assassinate Tsar Nicholas II and bring about the revolution.

** Privet Comrades! Congratulations if you made it this far. I have pulled this one off the archives. Basically, the premise of the story is that my character is a revolutionary/ member of the terrorist organisation the People’s Will who is now in Russia - recruiting and gathering resources, money, influence to ignite the revolution and also to assassinate Tsar Nicholas II! To this extent, he is going to use his own heritage/ his friend's connections to gain entry into the rich/upper class society of Russia.

Who does he meet during his mission? A MILFy widow looking for companionship? An almost broke socialite looking to hedge her risks and welcome the regime change? Or a Duchess disillusioned with the going ons of the Russian Aristocracy? The possibilities are endless.

(The starter is obviously just to initiate/ spring forth your imagination and isn't set on stone).

Now who I am looking for? - A detailed/ creative writer who not only loves smut but also a good story build up. One who isn't afraid to drive the story when the need arises and also hopefully bring to life this intricate tapestry of politics, struggle, war, debauchery and violence!

Discord is preferred.

So if any of this interests you, do hit me up!