LUTROVA, milana anya

[milana anya lutrova]

VALKYRIECALIFORNIA

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MILANA ANYA LUTROVA
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INTO THE NIGHT
DESPERATE AND BROKEN
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SO, TELL ME. WHAT'S YOUR FULL NAME?

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"my full name is milana anya lutrova, but everyone tends to call me lana. few call me millie, but i hate that since my father called me that."

AND HOW OLD ARE YOU?

"twenty years old."

WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING?

"i work for a business. running errands you know."

the truth: works for valkyrie's resident russian mafia. she's a drug mule, and helps get drugs illegally into the country.

YOU SEEING ANYONE, OR ARE YOU SINGLE?

"single. have been for a long long time."

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THE SOUND OF A FIGHT
FATHER HAS SPOKEN
THE PERSONALITY

IF YOU COULD DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN SEVEN WORDS WHAT WOULD THEY BE?

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"i'd say i'm loyal, considering. let's see... i'm smart, a little bit sneaky, versatile, persuasive, friendly, and sometimes serious?"

ones she didn't want to admit: fragile, sad, dependent, bitter.

WHAT KIND OF THINGS DO YOU LIKE?

"singing, music, smoking, going to bed late, waking up early, walking around the city at times when no one is around, flowers, storms, having people who will look out for me, dancing, hard alcohol. drinking games, writing music, letting my hair down every one in awhile (not in the literal sense,) being quiet and just listening, dusk. "

WHAT KIND OF THINGS DON'T YOU LIKE?

"though i still love him, my father for leaving me, not knowing who my mother was, does it count if i love and hate my job? i don't like cops, the idea of getting caught, death, and vegetables. i might deal with drugs, but i'd never do any, guns upset me... i know, i must be in the wrong line of work, i hate that feeling when you feel alone, hate the snow and russian winters, and of course, russian roulette."

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY WERE YOUR STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES?

"my strengths are definitely singing and being sneaky. my father knew what i needed to do was to sing. he said i always had this voice. too bad his debts have stunted by ability to pursue it. and being sneaky because well, you sort of have to be when you do the jobs i do. i'd also say i'm a very observant person. sometimes the best thing you can do it just sit down and shut up. i can some things that other people might overlook.

my weaknesses are... the memory of my father. i hate when people bring him up. another is probably that i have no true family. blood related anyway. i get irritated when i see other families being happy. i've never had that."

DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS?

"i work for the russian mafia. not willingly, of course. i only got forced into it because of the debt my father left behind when he was killed. i've been working for them for the past seven years. my father must have had a big debt. you gotta wonder, right?"

WHAT ARE YOU MOST SCARED OF?

"the future. the russians have been apart of me for so long, i wouldn't know what to do without them. it's like a weird situation, you know? i work for the people that killed my father because i have to, and i have no family, but these people are the only family i know. i just don't know what i'm going to do after the debt is finally repaid. i really have no where to go. i barely know what life is outside of the bravata."

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WE WERE THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF PROMISE
WE WERE THE VICTIMS OF OURSELVES
THE HISTORY

TELL ME A LITTLE OF WHAT YOUR FAMILY IS LIKE?

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"well, from what i remember? i've never had a mother. she was a russian prostitute for the russian mafia and after she had me, she relocated to a different city to continue her... profession. she left my father to take care of me. not that he was pissed about it, he was actually thrilled to have a child, and he always reminded me that. my father, anton, died when i was thirteen. he loved me very much and wanted us to have a good life. he was killed in the process of trying to make that come true."

WHO ARE YOUR PARENTS?

"my father was anton lutrova. he died when he was thirty years old. my mother? she was a prostitute. my father never told me her name. he didn't want me feeling bad that ultimately, she didn't want me. i have no idea if she is dead or alive, or how many other children she has abandoned over the years."

DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?

"none that i know of, but who knows, right?"

ANY OTHER RELATIVES CLOSE TO YOU?

"i'm an orphan. i know no one besides myself. sad, i know."

TELL ME THE STORY OF YOUR PAST?

"my father was born here in russia. from what he told me, he didn't have a very full-filling childhood. his family was poor and often were starved. my father fell into crime at an early age. it target people like that you know? the ones that are desperate. the ones that would do anything for their families. dad said it started out for him with someone asking, 'hey, kid, you want some money? bury this body.' and so my dad did and earned little money, but the money went right into his own father's hands who just didn't want to know what his son was doing for money. my father did this for awhile. until he started working for the people that would ultimately kill him. like i am now, my father was a brigade one solider. he basically did whatever he was sold to do so and any money he got he gave back to his family. he had freshly turned seventeen when he met who would be my mother. she was a prostitute. worked for another brigade but their paths crossed more than a few times. i like to think that there was something there. maybe for a glimmer of a second. anyways, before anyone knew it, i happened.

at first, there was question if i was truly anton lutrova's child. this woman was a prostitute mind you, so there was the possibility that i was some random john's kid. there was a paternity test and the moment it was proven that i was anton's daughter my mother split. my father said maybe she was relieved it was him that fathered me. anton was a good man, even though he was only 17 when he became a father, he was trusted, he was liked, and aside from the fact that he was a criminal, was an honest man that took responsibility. i would be his pride and joy for the rest of his life. he never made me forget it either. he told me that i was the onkly think he managed to do right. to say i was daddy's little girl, was an understatement. growing up, i always remembered myself living fairly well. i stayed with friends of my dad during the day and then i went home with him at night. he might not have been around a lot, but when he was, he always gave me his undivided attention. he was the one that first hear me sing. in which when he heard my voice he promptly enrolled me in voice lessons after i had school lessons during the day.

i always knew that dad was involved with the russian bravata at a very early age. he never really hid anything from me so i knew how things worked well, the basics. i knew that dad was getting promotions at work when he would come home with bigger presents for me. a piano, books, pounds of sheet music. remember the part where i said he spoiled me? yeah. he later held a rank of vor, which at the time, i had no idea what it was,. but now i know it as a high ranking non-family member of the russians. as i was nearing thirteen, i saw a change. he got more secretive, he started to hide things, and he was talking to people i never met before. then a couple months after i turned thirteen, dad told me that we were going to get out. leave russia and start over somewhere else. america, even. a couple days before we were to leave, five men from the bravata busted in our small home and took us. i was so scared, i had no idea what was going on. to this day, i still don't know truly what had happened to my dad. treason was what they called it. what he did i was never able to pin point it. over the years, i heard rumors. rumors that he had become a rat, rumors that he was helping another crime organization completely, and that he was an informant for russian law enforcement. who knows what it was, but whatever he did was bad and his employers found out. treason was a serious crime. betraying the family you fought for. big no-no. my father's punishment was playing russian roulette with another member. not any member though. the kid of the guy that ruled everyone, stanislav verrentenikov. if my dad one, he bought our freedom to leave the country. if he lost... well, one, he would be dead, and two, i would repay the russians for all the damage my father had caused. i was there... to witness it all. it took two rounds before my father was dead. i watched him fall to the ground and i broke through the brigade and rushed to his already lifeless body. have you ever watched the light go out in someone eyes? i have. i couldn't believe in the split second he was dead. they took his body away and i was shuffled into work. i was placed in the same brigade my father worked for, the saks. i lived in novosibirk, russia, but all i really did was travel for the next several years. i was a carrier. i carried whatever i was told to carry between cities. drugs, stolen diamonds, counterfeit money... whatever. i had places to stay in all the major cities i delivered to, all other russian members, of course.

these people weren't my family. my dad was my family till they all collectively killed him. however, as fucked up as this is, they were the closest thing i had to a family, so i stayed with them, i joked with them, i drank with them. i was still the traitor's daughter, but my loyalty was slowly proven as i did a good job, stuck with them, and didn't ask questions about my debt, or my father. one member i just did not like stanislav, or staz as i learned he went by. he was the head family's son. but i had good reason. he was ultimately the man that killed my dad. i started out really just not liking him because, why would i? i made it no secret to him my obvious angered feelings towards him as well. i just continued doing my job. i was always too afraid to ask when my debt was repaid. first, because i was only thirteen when i started working for them, so i was a little terrified on asking questions. but as one year turned into two and two into three, i realized i really didn't know what i was going to do once i was released. would i stay somewhere in russia? would i leave the country? i did know english (it was one of the first things my dad taught me,) so i could make a life for myself outside somewhere.

i was only a carrier, and i had begun to be pretty good at sneaking around the country between the stops. i had my own tricks of hiding things, i was lucky enough that i was never caught. i think it was because i didn't look like a girl that got into trouble a lot. and i always looked clean when i was running errands, wore nice clothes, it didn't attract a lot of attention. one time though, when i was seventeen or eighteen, i was carrying some drugs when i noticed a russian officer following me. i knew that i had to ditch the drugs i was carrying. no use for me to go to jail. i worked for the bravata, but would they help me get out of trouble? i wasn't about to risk it so i dropped the drugs in a crate in an alley and just took off running. he caught me though and i was searched. the officer must not have liked the fact that i was clean, because then he got a little grabby and touchy. of course i got a perverted officer. as i started to fight back as best i could, the last person i ever expected to come swooping in was staz. i didn't know how he got there, or why, but he got the officer off my back. i was actually kind of pissed he helped me out. i refused to say he 'saved' me because i could have handled it by myself... probably. but how would you feel if the person that killed your father ended up helping you? yeah, it made me feel guilty, like i was betraying my father, but i ended up just accepting staz. i didn't have to like him.

a couple more years went by and i just did what i had been doing and i really started acting like a zombie. just going through the damn motions. i warmed up a bit to the other people, but i still viewed myself as an outsider. then this past january, i learned a lot of the russians were going to valkyrie, california. i was told i was going too, i have no idea why, i could've been content with staying in russian. i think staz had something to do with my relocation, but i couldn't be sure. so i went to california, still carried illegal things back and forth, but now i have been really question what the hell i'm doing. i feel like this is my new start, but... who knows.

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MAYBE THE CHILDREN OF A LESSER GOD
BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL
THE EARTHQUAKE

SO, YOU KNOW THE EARTHQUAKE THAT OCCURRED ON JANUARY 7TH, 2012?

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"yeah. i don't know who didn't. it was all over the news."

WHERE WERE YOU THE DAY OF THE EARTHQUAKE? WHAT DID YOU DO?

"somewhere in russia."

DID YOU KNOW ANYONE THAT WAS AFFECTED BY THE EARTHQUAKE?

"i know some russians were in valkyrie."

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WE STOLE OUR NEW LIVES
THROUGH BLOOD AND PAIN
THE ROLEPLAYER

NAME lainey
AGE 19
RP EXPERIENCE long time
FACE CLAIM daniela freitas
MEMBER GROUP russian bravata
RP SAMPLE

hell no

credit format by lainey, lyrics by 30 seconds to mars

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[LAINEY.]