[KOSTA]
Igor Kostantin was a menace.
He knew it the moment he walked into the council room, late and reeking of Sanjiro, knowing damn well that they wouldn't kick him out of the meeting because he had not committed treason or anything that could get him punished.
He was being troublesome, and yet even then, his eyes didn't seek out the pair of eyes at the head of the table, seething. That wasn't Igor's problem. After all, he hadn't made the decision that had hurt them, right?
The cup of water in his hand was making it even harder for people to focus, because it was proof that Konstantin had walked in that way, looking sinful and smelling of the traitor that they all despised.
This was not just a tantrum.
This was not a dare.
This was not even a rebellion anymore.
This was Igor Kostantin not giving a fuck about anything.
