Novel & Cerita A Gentleman In Moscow Movie

He was older than all the men seated but younger than Marian and Garreth of course. "Good day." He gave a smile to everyone who seemed pressed and angry. Kay smiled back making everyone look at him questionably. His father was beyond embarrassed with his sons attitude. He had told him that if he didn't marry the English mafias daughter, he would go back to being homeless. Oscar was always cheerful but everyone knew behind that Facade he was deadly. He had brown hair and a charming smile and a sexy mustache. Tall with an athletic build and graceful movements. "No don't let him live, no one steals from Shatov." Nikita yelled getting in extravagantly late, he handed over his coat and cellphone

Forgetting the anger and all the resentments she had, Jacques started conversing with the dog and ended up in a fit of laughter with the way the dog acted. "I rushed here to see you thinking that you missed me, Jerry. You are making my heart hurt by being late," Mikhail Volkonsky removed his suit jacket and placed it on the cushioned sofa. He fixed his solid gold cufflinks with emeralds and passed a glass of vodka for Jeremy. His signet ring made a clink as he passed the glass. As if he had no care in the world, he carelessly leaned back placing his arm at the back of the sofa, crossing his legs. His entire demeanor exudes class, revealing his aristocratic upbringing.

The man definitely had a pretty rough time which drove him to act like a reckless child, he had no intention of making assumptions, but he could tell whatever happened to him must have hit him hard. He assisted him all the way inside the penthouse, he had to pick up the key from his pocket and it was not an easy task. Gilbert had to lean Raphael on the wall as he searched for the key, opened up the door and then helped him again by holding his shoulder. He could not hold the man any longer and semi threw him on the couch.

Aaron then turned to Alessandro and said, “Hi, old man. I like your look although you look like a bad guy from the movies.” Aaron’s words had almost everyone in the house gasp audibly. Adrian spoke, “I am really sorry about it. He has been pampered a lot.” Alessandro gave a reassuring smile to Adrian, “That is all okay.” He then turned to Aaron, “Hi, young man. By the way, I am a bad guy. I am the Don.” “Oh really. Would you like to play a game with me?” Aaron bet while showing off the gun in his hand.

someone muttered "Disgusting" Jia leaned over to Elena "Who's the second male lead?" "I don't know" Elena replied, shaking her head. "I couldn't get any information on him" Jia nodded, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling inside her. This man would be her partner in the movie. Suddenly, the door opened and every head in the room turned, including Jia's. A man in a perfectly tailored white suit entered, his hair styled to perfection..He was tall. The room buzzed again, this time in disbelief.

That was all Tom needed. “Ah, a fan of modern art, are we?” Tom kept the conversation going, knowing full well the device was diligently siphoning data from Grossman’s phone—their earlier handshake exchanging more than false pleasantries. “Your taste surprises me, Mikhail. But then again, so does your choice of friends.” He gestured with the gun, encompassing the remaining henchman who seemed hesitant to advance. “These gentlemen don’t strike me as the appreciative crowd for the avant-garde.”

Mister Molotov comes to a standstill in front of his niece and peers down at her with a dismal look. "Uncle.." Rachael acknowledges with a nod and slightly curtsies. Mister Molotov begins in a thick Russian accent. "Take good care of him, I didn't expect him to dwell on a woman this long." With that final statement, he heads for his limo. ___

MOSCOW RUSSIA, (MIKHAIL'S PENTHOUSE) Laughter echoed through the penthouse as Baby’s Day Out played on the TV. Donatella was curled beside Mikhail on the couch, giggling uncontrollably. “I love this movie,” she said between laughs. “I’ll never get tired of it.” Mikhail wasn’t looking at the TV anymore—only her. The way her head tilted back when she laughed, the glow in her eyes… it pulled him in like gravity. She noticed his gaze. “What?” she asked, smiling suspiciously.

I closed my mouth and sensed she was standing on the other side of the door with her ear to the wood, waiting for me to go away. When I knocked again, a thump sounded, followed by her shrieking in Russian, the words too muffled for me to pick apart. The door opened once more, and this time, a thin gentleman in a black dress coat appeared. He was shaking his head and muttering to his wife, clearly believing she’d fallen off her rocker for good. She hid behind him, her apron grasped in her hands. When his gaze found me, he froze like he’d just seen a ghost. I forced a smile. “Zdravstvuyte—” Hello.

" Russell's gaze softened. It was him who told her the meaning of mangoes, she still remembers. He was looking at her on the stage when suddenly a figure blocked his line of sight. Jayden stood straight in front of him, blocking his view of Chelsea perfectly. Russell’s lips drooped down slightly. Jayden seemed to smile and said, "Mr. Murillo, Mr. Caldwell, quite leisurely of you to come here for the film's opening ceremony?" Russell glanced at him and said, "Isn't Mr. Denton equally leisurely? With business not doing well, you have plenty of time to wander around?"