Akimov Chernobyl Face Novels & Stories

“You’re right. The professor couldn’t have. He had a hard time accepting that there was someone that didn’t want to bask in his presence. He’s a self-absorbed man.” “Yes, I know. Who are you?” The light expanded. It was once the size of a baseball, then grew to the size of a basketball. It continued to grow until the person’s face was illuminated by it. They had similar features to the professor, but were younger. This wasn’t someone she ever came across in her life. “Don’t you recognize me?” She stared at him harder. Acheki looked back to see the facial expression she wore. Confusion shown. He spoke in her place. “Are you trying to say that you’re Mozart Newton’s son?”

He didn’t respond. Aki held the top of the intruder’s mask and slowly removed it. The swarthy face of a young man looked back angrily at his captors and uncertainly at Aki, whom he was seeing for the first time up close. Aki was taken aback. She hadn’t expected Temujin to be so young; about the same age as her in fact.

It should be morning already in Russia. Stalin picks up, quickly. “Dima, what’s good?” He asks in Russian. With the way he sounds; sleepy and mild, I know he’s just waking up. “I need you to research something for me.” I gush, not giving him time to ask questions, I continue. “Research about this man…” I parrot the name my prisoner just gave me. ** My skin is blazing, fire licking my veins from the inside, coating my tanned skin with beads of sweat which all but drops on the hardwood floor as I incessantly do push-ups. Akim’s voice is counting the number of times I’ve done the push-up.

Who raised this child like this? "Nope. My health doesn’t allow me to take too many sugary things," she shook her head, but her eyes remained fixed on what was in my hand. Where had I heard that before? I turned and came face to face with Mr. Akim. "I..." he stuttered, "Young miss must mean that because of the cold, right?" He scratched the back of his head, and I’d have laughed at how comical he looked if my gut had handled the surprise.

She just watched the blood spread across the floor, turning the ancient dust into a dark, sticky mud. "Is it done?" Abram’s voice was a low vibration from the shadows. "It’s done," she said. Abram pushed off the pillar, his legs shaking, his breath a ragged whistle. He crawled toward her, his boots dragging through the mud, leaving a trail of gore behind him. He reached her feet and collapsed, his head resting against her shins. He looked up at her, and for the first time, the mask of the predator was gone. This was "Face 3." The Truth. A raw, terrifying vulnerability that made his scarred features look almost fragile.

I said pointing at him. "I'm sorry for making you worried lyubov." he said looking into my eyes deeply. "Please pinch me." I said and he looked confused. "Huh?" he asked me confusingly. "Pinch me so I can come back to reality. I think I'm dreaming. Mikhail Igor Gorbachev, the Russian mafia boss apologized to me first time." I said to his shockingly and them realisation hit him.

That sent a strange jolt through Damian. “You sound like her,” he said before he could stop himself. Nikolai paused. “People say that.” “Who,” Damian asked. “Doctors,” Nikolai said. “Her colleagues. They say I make the same face she does when I’m annoyed.” Damian’s throat tightened. “She makes a face,” he murmured. “Yes,” Nikolai said. “She presses her lips like she’s holding words in.” Damian’s free hand clenched. “That’s… very specific.”

Chief said so we all looked at the new member. His eyes are as cold as eyes. I can't even see any emotion. His hair is like too untamable, that even a comb would give up. He is looking with cold eyes and is immovable. I don't even know what it's looking at, whether it's us or the wall behind us. "My name is....... Vladimir Andrei Mokorov." His introduction and his Russian acceptance were very visible as he speaks in English. His voice is deep and throaty.

“ I came to see if you’re awake, “ he muttered but he moved closer so that his crotch was inches away from my face. I couldn’t help but look. I almost gasped when I saw a thick bulge there. No, it couldn’t be. There was no way he was hard for me as he had told me that I was not his type. “ Take a picture, tesoro mio. It lasts longer. “ He said when caught me ogling. I blushed and closed my eyes. I heard him chuckle before I felt his presence fade away I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding and hid my face in my sheets to hide my embarrassment. I stayed still until I felt the bed dip beside me. I got out of my sheets quickly and looked at the other side of the bed. Nikolai was gettin

I greeted him, but I bit my tongue. The man in front of me showed no reaction. I couldn’t see his face clearly because he had his back to the light. But I could feel how cold his stare was as it pierced me. My heart started beating faster, and my body immediately grew cold.. “ I am A-Akemi. I am a Civil —”