Novel & Cerita Apa Itu Moskov

The blanket unraveled in his hands, and bliss enveloped her the moment he draped the soft, thick wool around her shoulders. “Am I going to stay here?” She looked around what seemed to be one dark, dingy warehouse. “You could turn down the AC a little bit, you know.” “AC?” he repeated with a low chuckle. “This is all compliments of the lovely evening weather.” “Weather? Where the hell…” Alexei slowly sat on his heels and placed his broad hands on her shoulders. He smiled at her like Christmas had come early. “Welcome to Moscow, Miss Daniella De Luca. The Russian mafia is looking forward to working with you.”

The warm reception from Katya helped soothe some of the anxiety she had been feeling. The city of Moscow sprawled out before them as they drove, a mix of old and new, the historical architecture standing proudly amidst the modern structures. April watched the city pass by, her mind drifting to the reason they were here. The business expansion was a significant move for Gorbachev Enterprises, and it would be her first time representing the company in such a public way since their success in Georgia.

Moscow was another warped kind of creature. While Houston had been hot and brash, Moscow was cold, ancient, and unreadable. The power here wasn't traded and sold on open markets; it was buried deep within the Kremlin walls and behind the shut-up boardrooms of state-owned conglomerates. It was a thick, heavy atmosphere of history and paranoia.

Babushka - grandmother Dobroy nochi - good night Kotonok - kitten Kukolka = Doll Nevestka Malyshka - Baby Mishenka - an intimate name for Misha, usually reserved for his lover. Privet - hello (informal) Prekrasnaya - Lovely Sashulya - an intimate name for Sasha, usually reserved for his lover. Slava Bogu - Thank God Ya tyebya lyublyu - I love you

Alexandra I stood looking at the Moskva River through the window. Saint Basil's Cathedral and the Red Square were in my view to the east. I could see Alexander Garden sprawled out from the west side. But everything felt so empty. Moscow was empty and cold and sad. Russia, Window to the West, was now a depressing sight.

“You really know your words, huh.” “I do have a question.”, Leah butted in, interrupting once again the moment. “Where is Hughes?”, she placed her almost empty cup down and looked at Maya straight in the eyes. Maya drew back her hand, leaning on the chair. “Hughes is here in Kósmima, with another woman named Selena.” We both glanced at the purple-haired girl confusedly. “Another woman named Selena? What do you mean?”, I asked. “Like another woman, woman as a new wife?”

“This isn’t mandatory, obviously. But turning it down when your name was hand-picked looks… ungrateful. And frankly, a little shortsighted.” I shrug. “I’ll live with the guilt.” She studies me for a beat, like she’s trying to figure out if I’m bluffing. Then she flips open the folder in front of her and scans a page. “Fine. I’ll let them know we need to reassign. Shame, though. Moscow is full of famous people.” Everything in me freezes. “Moscow?” My voice comes out quieter than I mean it to. “It’s in Russia?” Karen looks up, surprised by the sudden shift in my tone. “Yes. Hosted by the Russian Ministry of Health in collaboration with several international partners—why? Does that change somet

With their numbers, and the positions they held up above us, they could see our every move anywhere we went. “Bravo, bravo. I must say, seeing you two in action is just as entertaining as I thought it would be.” A Russian accent boomed throughout the basement. I looked up to see Moskov, standing in the center of his men in front of a rail, clapping as he smiled evilly at Ace and I. “It’s too late for you Moskov. Our families will be down here any minute to end your pathetic fucking life!” Ace yelled up at him, as my hands tightened their grip on my gun.

ANASTASIA The great façade of the cathedral glimmering with gold onion domes rose in a multicolored mass opposite the Red Square. My eyes were a bit sensitive and my mind was still hazy, but I could still make out the city layout for miles. The beautiful Kremlin, in the heart of the City of Moskva as known in Russian, was still a huge walled enclosure containing many magnificent buildings and monuments as I had remembered. Beyond this central area were vacant highways and railroads that divided the city into five great circles with their own gates.