Apr. 12th, 2025

plotdog: (vasio)
NOTES: lmao i can't even explain...how relaxing to write this. i'm so tired to research for the modybick fic u know. and this modern au is just so easy and fun. GO WHITE TWINK GO!

btw, the final edition is on aooo. i sometimes just post and edit there when i feel like it. and i'm lazy to copy the final edition here.


chapter one

Life is hard—that's practically a universal truth. Except for Vasily.

For him, life was easy. Had been, at least.

He had a knack for bending the world's unfair, impossible rules, effortlessly. People claimed the class divide was unbridgeable, especially in education, yet he still got into, or rather, was begged to attend the best schools, all because academics wanted him to win them medals. Some said making a decent living in this economy was impossible, but he'd already made more money than he knew how to spend—limited only by the imagination of a working-class kid who'd never come up with the lavish ideas. And it wasn't like he'd sold his soul to the devil. He just sold patents, when he got bored.

His intuition was unmatched. The buyer had even complimented him the day they shook hands and signed the contract, right before the obscene string of zeros landed in his bank account. Vasily should've been stunned, but he just shrugged. "I guess."

He never told anyone his real secret.

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