The Plan
Chapter Four: The time it passes
“I have a plan,” Svetlana says one day when they are sitting on the couch and Ian looks over at his wife.
“Huh?” He asks confused. “Thought the plan was to stay married for five years and then you are free to live here with Yevgeny,”
“Not that. We solve one problem, next problem to solve.” She says smiling at him and he shakes his head.
“What problem would that be?”
“Orange boy broken heart.”
“Sorry Lana, unless you can magically make me not an asshole who broke up with my boyfriend, then we’re kinda fucked on that. I can’t even attempt to fix it right now.” He says and she shakes her head.
“That is where you are wrong. Leave it to me.” She says getting up and placing a kiss on his forehead. “Husband and Ex-Husband belong together. It will work out.” She says.
Ian forgets about the conversation, mostly because he gets wrapped up in all the other things that are life. And it seems impossible as much as Svet says she wants to fix it.
Mickey looks up from the visitation table to see his ex-wife with his son and he smiles. She sits him on the table as mickey talks to him.
“Hey little man, you’re getting big bud.” He talks and she smiles, he’s different with the boy now, he knows that’s what the smile is for. It was barely ten minutes of talking to his son when he heard the Russian accent he had become accustomed to, which usually followed something he didn’t want to hear.
“you forgive orange boy yet?” she speaks easily as if she's saying hello.
“what?” he asks.
“Don’t act like you didn’t hear me, angry boy.” She says standing her son up and making a walking motion with him causing him to giggle.
“I heard you, I just don’t understand you. First, you hated him, then you were ok with him, then you hated him…now he’s your bestie and suddenly you care about whatever goes on with us?”
“Yes, angry boy. Orange boy save me, I always like him.” She says and he raises his eyebrows at her. “Ok fine I didn’t like him. He was in way of better life, then he wasn’t we were happy then he steals baby so I was angry but I like orange boy. We talk now. He sorry he cries at night. He needs to be forgiven.”
“Nothing to forgive Svet.”
“Oh?” She asks shocked.
“I hurt him he hurts me. We fight, we make up. If I wasn’t in here…”
“Are you saying if you were not in here…”
“That we would yell. I would yell. I would say whatever I have to say and then I would kiss him because how can I not kiss those big puppy dog lips and then we would f…make up and we would all be happy until we weren’t.” He says simply.
She smiles brightly. “Good.” She says and he can see a glint in her eyes, a glint that says she is up to something. “It will all work out. Be patient.” She says and he nods at her.
“Hey , vet can you do something for me?” He asks softly and she looks at him. “Next time
He is sad…tell him…” and she nods not needing to hear him say the words.
“I will.” She says
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It doesn’t take long until Ian is crying in his bed again. He is a mess and svetlana cant take it anymore. She gets into the bed and holds him like she would hold her son. She strokes his hair and tells him it's okay. But she knows nothing will make this better...nothing but one thing.
"I have a message for you." She says softly and he looks over at her, tears streaming down his face.
"He says..."
"He hates me." He says for her.
"No. He says there is nothing to forgive. That he loves you." She says touching his face.
"he said that?" He asks broken.
"Yes my husband. You know this. You are just scared. We will get him home somehow, and you can show him you love him. Until then. Just know he loves you. He say...If he wasn’t in there, he knows you would be back together already. He calms slightly, and she repeats the words "He loves you." Until Ian falls asleep.
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Svetlana Milkovich – now Gallagher didn’t have patience for this shit. fifteen years for trying to kill that crazy bitch, was bullshit. She would kill her, herself if she had to. In fact she had a plan. A plan to get ex husband back home. So she could see the boys happy. Sure it was risky, right now with ian and her together by the eyes of the law, if Mickey were out they were all sure to get caught up somehow but fuck it. Ian crying at night and those sad eyes of Mickey's when she went to visit, she had had enough. She had been a part of putting them through some of the worst times of their lives, while not initially voluntarily, still she was a part of it all and it was time to fix this shit.
It was time.
Svetlana sat across the glass from her old friend...or whatever she was. Janka looked up at her and glared a little. Okay so they werent really all that friendly.
"What do you want?" She asked.
"You still owe me favor." She says. "You do something, we are even...and I will put money in your account." She says.
"I don’t need money in here." She says confidently. Apparently she had her connections in full force. Of course she did. The bitch.
"What do you want then?"
"How big is this favor?" the woman asked, trying to gage what she would get away with.
"Not big for you, big deal for me. For my husband." She says. And the girl eyes her.
"I want...my children taken care of. You make sure they are okay, and happy and taken care of. I will do your favor." She said and svetlana nodded. That she could do. She spoke softly and told her.
"I need a message delivered. There is a woman in there...She fucked with the wrong people, said somebody tried to attack her, all lies, she needs to take it back." The woman nodded and took the name from svetlana. It was done.
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Janka looked across the courtyard, she had gotten word from her sources that Svetlana had followed through, even put some money in an account for her girls. That was all she needed, she walked up to the blonde bitch. She was really nothing to worry about, nothing she had ever even thought twice about, but this, this was her mission. She talked to a few people it would be done tonight.
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Sammy was slammed against the wall, hard and with force.
"What the fuck??{" She questioned at the women attacking her.
"Listen bitch. I have a message for you." One woman said.
"You said someone tried to kill you...that was a mistake...you will fix it."
"Fuck I will, that crazy bastard locked me in a crate." She yelled back. She didn’t know how mickey had gotten to her from where he was but there was no way in hell.
"it wasn’t a request. If you don't do what you are told, we will make your life in here a living hell. We can, you know we can. And then when you get out of here, you will be tied up and tortured until you are begging to die. You will suffer for your life, it is his freedom or your life, and every person you ever loved along with it. You will pay with every ounce of your being. Get it the fuck done." The woman says before slamming her head into the hard concrete once more for measure before all the women walk away.
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"The fuck is going on?" Mickey asks as he is ushered into a room, with a long table, a lawyer sitting across the table from him.
"mr.Milkovich." He says.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"A friend." The man says.
"The fuck you are. What do you want. I havent fucked up and gotten more time, that im sure of." He says.
"No...the thing is...the reason you got yourself here, was off a statement by a woman claiming you tried to kill her, and locked her in a crate." He says.
"yeah I fucking know what that bitch said." He says growling, and he'd do it again. Fucking bitch. Taking him away from everyone and everything that mattered to him.
"Well she has recently admitted to pergering herself, and says you didn’t do that. That...You and her got into a fight, and she wanted to get back at you. " The lawyer says.
"What does that mean?" Mickey asked, his whole body on alert now. Why the fuck would that bitch do him any favors?
"It means we can re-open your case....you can appeal for less time, or even time served I do my job right. And I am very good at my job."
"I don’t have any money in here." Mickey said.
"The money is not an issue. Your ex-wife hired me." He said and Mickey looked at the man like he was an alien. Svetlana had done this? How? He didn’t really know and he didn’t really give a shit. "All we need now is you. Do you want to file an appeal?"
"Fuck yes. Get me the fuck out of here." Mickey says, a little hope springing for the first time in forever. One thought and only one thought on his mind in that moment.
Ian.