Alexei Shostakov Novels & Stories

“He means that the cameras would catch what your eyes couldn’t. That is, of course, considering that we are going to be talking ultraviolet light cameras…” “Alvize,” Elena said, making me frown in confusion as I heard the panic in her voice. The ground beneath our feet shook a bit and the word, Konstantin burned itself on the wall behind us, making the two of us frown. “He’s here,” I said, looking at the name. Those who were sitting stood up, and those who were standing frowned as Drake shook his head. “Fucks sake, he is…”

A woman asked, Nikolay’s wife, Anika, asked, shaking her head at Sienna as she raised an eyebrow. “Italy, Rome to be more specific, and you?” Sienna answered, making sure to keep a cold and yet calm tone, letting the woman know that she was not hostile. Anika was known for her dark reputation amongst men, and though Sienna was familiar with most of the Capos or Pakhans, her father knew when not to bring her if the situation was too dangerous for her presence, the one thing that I did respect about the man. “Russia, Moscow.” She said, nodding at me. “I don’t think that Arturo was in a relationship, we would have seen you…”

“‘Classic Cocktails.’ Aperol Spritz—refreshing drink with a light citrus bitterness, 220 milliliters, 170 hryvnias.” “But… how?” he stared, baffled. “I have a very strong photographic memory. You read that I finished my studies externally, right?” “Yes, but I thought you were just a bookworm…” “No, there was no point sitting and listening to material I could absorb way faster than everyone else. And also— I, Victoria Aleksandrovna Lemeshko, am a certified biochemist, senior technologist, and specialist at Nikolai Koshev’s company. Nice to meet you.”

He replied. "I wonder if my dad is looking down at me," I wondered, then faced Alessandro, who I could barely see in the dark, but I saw a slight glint in his eye from the light of the alarm clock beside me. "He's proud of you, love," He whispered in a sleepy voice. "If you don't mind me asking, how did your father die?" I sighed. "He was shot by Russians, apparently some dude named Ivan Petrov. I've been trying to locate him for some time now but he kept moving from place to place so I gave up and just dealt with it, I guess"