A Gentleman In Moscow Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

("You must be mistaken, Tsar. I'm just quiet interested on feeding my hungry tiger.) Mahinang pagtawa ang narinig ni Psikh mula sa kabilang linya. "YA vizhu, ty vse yeshche ostorozhnyy chelovek? Vernites' syuda, v Moskvu, Mikhail ustroil skandal. YA pozvolyu tebe razobrat'sya s nim." ("I see, still a careful man? Get back here in Moscow, Mikhail has been casing a ruckus. I'll let you handle him.")

“Hanggang dito na lang ang kabutihan ko sa iyo. Matatapos na rin ang shift ko, ma’am.” Itinuon ko na ang pansin ko sa guard. “Sige po, pero puwede bang manatili ako hanggang matapos ang shift mo? Baka lang maisipin niyang lumabas.” Natawa siya. “Ma’am, may babaeng dumating. Sa tingin mo, lalabas pa si Sir?” Umawang ang labi ko at bumalik ang tingin ko sa loob. At napatawa na lang ako sa hangin. He was acting like a conservative man, only to find that he’s a womanizer.

“Yon nga po ang nais kong sabihin.” She nodded her head and smiled. “Unfortunately, no. He’s not my man. But that man raised my standard so high that I know no one can ever reach.” “Not even Mr. Andreev?” “Not even him.” She smiled. “Mr. Andreev is filled with red flags. I don't like him in any way at all. I am just keeping up with him to get what I want. Unlike Brandon. He’s a nice guy. He’s the type of person that would open the doors for you even when his hands are full. He knew the sidewalk rule. He has the emotional intelligence that everyone is yearning for. And he respects me as a woman. Not just me, he respects every woman.”

[The Final Vault] Ang mansyon sa Moscow ay naging isang pugon ng kaguluhan. Ang bawat putok ng baril sa labas ay tila ritmo ng isang madilim na simponya na nagbabadya ng katapusan. Sa loob ng kwarto, mahigpit na hawak ni Vladimir ang selyo ng Volkov—ang piraso ng ginto na naging mitsa ng kanyang muling pagkabuhay at ngayon ay tila nagiging susi sa kanyang sariling paghuhukom.