VIKTOR MIKHAILOVICH REZNIKOV

[viktor]

VIKTOR MIKHAILOVICH REZNIKOV TWENTY-SIX COLLEGE GRADUATE

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"So babe, lets get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you by?"[/font]

I suppose you could call me Vik, but I'd prefer Viktor. Pet names are juvenile, a perfect example would be 'babe'. Mind you I use them a lot when I'm picking someone up but...that's off topic.

"Well, can't say it doesn't fit you. From the looks of you, I could think of just a few better. I'm just gonna call you babe for this interview. You mind? Great. Has anyone ever told you you look like.."[/font]

Nicholas Duvauchelle, though I don't see the resemblance. He's some French douche, dirty too I bet. Don't compare me to him.

".. Yeah, actually. You must get that a lot. You're kind of hot, I gotta say. But for the ears out there listening, you wanna explain what's cooking?"[/font]

Well, I'm rather reluctant to, but I suppose I could. My height is five foot eight, not too tall, but taller than most girls. I've got no chest hair, I don't know why but it won't grow. I work out at least four times a week, so I'm really well built, but I'm not going to make any 'gun-show' jokes 'cause well...let's face it, what I've got is better than guns. My hair is a light honey brown, but in dark lighting it looks chestnut brown. It's usually styled with a bit of gel, what I'll do is put some on my finger tips and kinda mess my hair up a bit. So it looks messy in a neat way. It's a few inches long, and that's as long as it will ever get. Usually I've got some stubble on my jaw and chin, but it never grows too long and sometimes I have a bit of a mustache but I usually shave it off. My skin is well, white, but tanned, like not dark, but I'm not pasty, y'know? So my eyes are green, a forest green I suppose, nothing special. I've got a tattoo on my right shoulder, and it stretches down to my wrist...well almost. It's sorta Japanese style with flowers and shit, it doesn't have any particular meaning to me, I just drew up a simple sketch and the tattoo artist turned it into something pretty wicked.


"You are too cute. You wear this kind of stuff often, or is this just for me?"[/font]

Me? Cute? Jesus. Yes, I wear this often. I like to look good. I'll never wear sweat pants. Yeah my personality is sloppy as shit, but I'll never look it. I sort of dig the slightly formal casual look, but don't start thinking I dress with business attire, that's too formal for my tastes. No tuxedos. I do wear jeans and T-shirts, I mean who doesn't? Hey you could even catch me in a suit, 'cause my editor requires me to wear one or else I'm not permitted in her building. To give you a little bit of a better understanding, I shop at French Connection and anything sort of similar. So like V-neck T's and button-down shirts, and well...you know what I mean.

"Ohh. Are you hitting on me? Haha. No, seriously, what are you? Gay or straight? You look kinda like a swinger, if you don't mind me saying..."[/font]

I adore women, which makes me heterosexual. And hitting on you? You seem high on yourself.

"Damn. GET SOME! Hah. You wanna smoke? Drink? I got some drugs in the back if you want. -winks-"[/font]

Do I want to smoke?! Of course, what sort of inane question is that. All I ever do is smoke. And I cannot be soothed without scotch. I drink too much, but I'm not an alcoholic—no I'm not in denial either. Drugs? I've tried a few of them, but I'm clean now. Seems like you're on some drugs though.

"... Oh, so you must be a virgin, huh?"[/font]

Are you kidding me? I lost my virginity at fourteen, thank-you very much. Wasn't the greatest, but then again who's first time is the best lay? I feel sorry for those sad gits who haven't even popped their cherry, unlucky bastards.

"Knew it. So, you got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me. Promise this interview won't leak anywhere."[/font]

Secrets? Telling you wouldn't make them a secret anymore, but I suppose I'll share a few. I act like I don't need relationships or friends or human contact, but I crave it more than cigarettes, and God do I ever crave those. I'm a romantic guy at heart, but I bury that deep within myself. And...well you better keep this one a real secret, but I loooove high school girls. Seniors though, freshmen are too young.

"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe?"[/font]

Again with the pet names, you're lucky I don't put out my cigarette on your face. I just want to be a well-known, successful novelist, with boxes full of cigarettes and scotch. But seriously, writing is who I am, it's my life. Really I wouldn't care if I was a journalist or a script writer instead of a novelist, as long as I'm successful and well-know.

"Okay, okay. Don't get too excited. Half of those weren't even real questions.. Okay let's see. Oh, here's a good one. Describe yourself in five or more words. Easy, right? You could go more into detail if you want, I don't mind one bit."[/font]

I don't like people, at least I act like I don't like them. I've got a really laid back attitude, but I've been told I act like I'm better than most people. Which, hey, could be true, but I try not to intentionally act like that. I'll admit I think I'm smarter than most people. My old College Professors used to tell me I'm very cynical in the way I talk and write, but really who cares. Speaking of caring, that's something I don't do. I don't care about anything really except my writing, that's all. I play women, and treat them like shit, but God...I just want to find someone who see's past my bullshit. I can be really romantic, but as if I'd show it. I've got trust issues, and I act like an ass to prevent people from getting close to me. But like I'm not shy, I've got a good sense of humor and I actually don't mind hanging out with groups of people, but it isn't like I'd get close with them. I say things that can be hurtful, but then sometimes I say things that flatter people, I suppose it just depends on the mood I'm in. Back in high school everyone thought I was constantly hung over, and I've been told that's how I still seem now. Just to let you know, I'm not hung over, even if I seem like it all the time. I want to be romantic, I want to express everything I've suppressed, but...I'm too much of an ass to do that.

"Couldn't agree more babe. Alright. Um.. Oh, here's another. Five likes and dislikes?[/font]

Well, if you haven't noticed, I like smoking and scotch, more than anything. And obviously I like writing. I do all sorts of writing, like poems and songs and plays and short stories and novels—fictional and non-fictional. Though I've only had one book published. I won't admit it, but I like tutoring students. It isn't because I get easy access to high school girls, it's cause when I see that light go off when they get something, I feel good about myself. Reading is one of my favorite things to do, you can usually spot me with my nose in a book. Some of my favorite books are Hamlet, Julius Ceaser, The Winter Of Our Discontent, and Of Human Bondage. This may seem odd, but I love milk. I drink it more than I do scotch . No, I don't drink it cause it's good for me, I drink it cause it's delicious. Speaking of delicious, pork ribs are heavenly. I could live off them. So...I don't like people, and I don't like the cold. Pumpkins disgust me! You have no idea how gross they are. Children annoy me, I really can't stand them and I'll do whatever I can to avoid them. You know those people who let other people walk over them and take advantage of them? Yeah those people piss me off. If you can't grow a backbone, stay in your basement, seriously. Jello pisses me off too, I don't know why, but it does. It's gross. Also, I don't like the word gross, yet I say it often. And lastly, I don't like driving. People are idiots, why would I want to be on the same road as them?


".. Kinky! So last question. Gimme the details, how'd you get to where you are today?"[/font]

Eh...kinky? Alright then...anyway. I was born in Saint Petersburg, Russia. Yes that means I have a thick accent. Moving on. My parents are Mikhail and Anastasia Reznikov, and I am their only child. The were only children as well, so I really don't have any family. My childhood sucked, mostly because I never saw either of them. Working for major companies takes you away from home. I went to a private school, all boys, which killed me. There's not much to say, life in Russia was uneventful and boring, except for losing my virginity, that was a moment I was definitely proud of. But when I turned sixteen, everything changed. My father got a huge offer in America, and since my Mother's job could transfer her to their branch there, we moved. Now this is where life went downhill. They decided to throw me into a public school and not sign me up for English lessons. I got beat on a lot in school. And since I couldn't speak a word of English, there wasn't much I could do. Being skinny and weak didn't help either. So sick of it all, I studied the English language to learn it on my own and got a membership at the gym. Before anyone knew it I was buff and telling those guys to back off. After that I stayed away from most people, focusing on my beloved reading and concentrated on my English and History lessons. So by grade ten I knew I wanted to be a writer, and started my first book, 'Blood-splattered Affection' which is about this man who stalks this woman and eventually slaughters her in the cruelest of ways and when her ghost comes to haunt him, he falls in love with her. I know, messed up, but by grade twelve it was published and giving me some good cash. But there wasn't anything exciting about high school in America, the girls flocked to me because of my accent, and I got with a lot of them. I went to college the year I got out of high school and majored in Literature and History, moved out of my parents house to some crappy apartment, and yeah. I still call my parents weekly for some money, but that doesn't mean I love them. I don't even know them, how could I love them? Oh well. Now I get verbally assaulted by my editor, she wants me to write another book and I can't find my muse. Sheesh. I offered my help to the high school, asking them to suggest me as a History and English tutor, so I do that quite often which is fantastic because I love high school senior girls. And that's how I got to here, this bar, a place I spend more time at than my own place.

"Awe, well. Least you're still alive. Got yourself, right? That's the spirit. We'll look at your interview and give you the results, so sit tight for a few minutes, okay? And don't you dare think about leaving. I'll find you and interview you again. Don't get pissy with me, I'm just the goddamn interviewer."[/font]

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[iris]

ACCEPTED!

I LOVE HIM. Seriously, his responses are amazing.