Novel & Cerita A Gentleman In Moscow

Inilahad ng lalaki ang kanang kamay sa harap niya. “Gideon,” seryoso niyang wika at tinanggap ang kamay nito para sa isang forearm shake. “Lieutenant General.” “Former. I quit the service,” wika niya at saka ikiniling ang ulo. The man has a white long beard, proud nose and blue eyes. A Russian feature with his Russian accent. Malaki itong tao katulad niya. Napansin niya rin ang tattoo nito sa braso patungo sa kamay nito.

Nagawa ko na 'yon noon, at magagawa ko rin 'yon ngayon. Izaac Kurt Moscow never beg to girls, because girls beg on me to be with them, to pleasure them. And that's a flex! Soon, you will regret this, Brylin. I'll make sure of that.

("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.")

At sa headquarter ang destinasyon nitong pupuntahan. MEANWHILE, a soft moonlight filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of a lavishly decorated penthouse. Anya, peacefully asleep on the sofa. The room exudes opulence and elegance, contrasting with the ominous presence of a well-dressed, enigmatic man, Dark Silvestre, standing silently near the sofa. Dark, a high-ranking member of a powerful mafia syndicate, gazes intently at Anya. His expression betrays a mix of curiosity, fascination, and perhaps even a hint of melancholy.

“Hi, Miss Bride. I’m Maverick Coleman.” Mikhail wasn’t sure who was the bride between the two beautiful women but he knew the woman beside Cassiuz was his bride and the other woman. His sister? He doesn’t know so, he introduces himself. “Mikhail Romanov.” Napunta ang atensiyon niya sa isang babae. The woman was the most beautiful woman he ever saw in his thirty-one years of existence in the world. The raw beauty she exuded felt like a raging tornado as his eyes slowly moved up her body, appreciatively taking in. She was wearing floral dress and flat sandals. Her entire being captivated him, she was glowing, literally glowing.

"Gusto niya akong patayin? Mabuti. Mas gusto ko siyang makitang hawak ang kutsilyo sa leeg ko kaysa hindi ko siya makita kahit kailan." Ang Grand Opera House sa Moscow ay nababalutan ng karangyaan, pero sa ilalim nito ay ang pinakamadumi at pinakamadugong transaksyon ng mga elite. Sa gitna ng karamihan, nakatayo si Vladimir, nakasuot ng maskara. Ang kanyang paningin ay nakapako sa itaas na balkonahe. At doon, lumitaw siya.

“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.

mahina niyang singhal dito. “Gde ty propadal, a? Pochemu tak pozdno? Delansi usnul, ozhidaya tebya. Chto ty delayesh' s nimi na ulitse? YA dumal, ty khochesh' mirnoy zhizni vdali ot oruzhiya i bomb?!” anito. [translation: Where have you been, huh? Why are you out so late? Delancy fell asleep waiting for you. What are you doing outside with them? I thought you wanted a peaceful life away from guns and bombs?] Kahit sabihin nating Russian ang kanyang ina, in the name of being a mother, they all share the same mouth.

tanong niya. “Tama, Señorita,” sagot ni Mr. De Guzman. Naala niya ng huli niya itong makita sa kasal ni Patty sa Moscow, Russia. Sandaling natigilan ito nang makita siya, parang nagulat sa kanyang itsura. Naalala pa niyang medyo na-conscious pa nga siya sa kanyang itsura dahil sa paraan pagtitig nito. She couldn't understand, one moment, his eyes lit up with delight at the sight of her; the next, that warm expression vanished completely, replaced by a cold, hateful glare, as if she were the most despicable person he had ever known.

He offered his arms for me and my forehead creased. “We’re no longer on the wedding ceremony, Mr. Vladimir.” “Is it wrong to be a gentleman to you, Miss Melody?” “Well, I just hope that you would apply that so called ‘gentleman’ of yours to the woman out there who really needs your help,” wika ko at tinuro ang isang babae na paika-ikang naglalakad.