Boris Pavlikovsky Novels & Stories

Which made it even more terrifying, because announced violence was predictable, but kindness coming from someone like him could only hide something terrible. “And you are?” Carla asked, proud that her voice didn’t tremble. The corner of his mouth moved. Almost a smile. “The reason Alexei should never have been a Rurik.” The room fell silent. Carla felt her heart race, but she held his gaze. “You are the patriarch of the Demidovs.” “I have been called many things over the centuries. Patriarch. Monster. Assassin. Heretic.” He tilted his head slightly. “But you may call me Boris.”

The councillor of the Bratva and his ex father in law, BORIS SOKOLOV! “Boris?” he said in a low whisper which held his shock. He cleared his throat and forced the words out of his mouth. “I didn’t expect to see you here, today.” Boris let out a low chuckle at his words as he took heavy predatory steps towards Klaus Barbieri. “Well, I didn't want to come, trust me. But I couldn't stop myself from coming here and seeing the man’s audacity and courage to marry another girl just after one year of my daughter’s death.”

He looked down into my eyes. "You're not cramping anything sweetheart, you're just a new chapter I get to explore and enjoy," he said sincerely and I smiled as I kissed him back sweetly. "Let's go get your babies back and call your parents. Let's get in the vehicle. I might have an idea of where the assholes headed," Boris stated firmly and Trym and I followed him as I dialed my dad, getting no answer once again. We had been driving for several hours. Trym told us Mystrel had left as soon as he returned from the underground and sped off in one of the Mercedes already at the home. Boris asked me to try and contact my parents again, since they hadn't answered my last several calls. My father f

I ask as I take a large gulp of my drink enjoying the burning trail it leaves in its wake. “Anya. Anya Fedorov. Her Father, my very close friend— bless his soul,” Boris pauses, offering a moment of silence to the dead, “Betrothed her to me. She lived with me for a few days after the death of her father, swearing that she loved me, only to abscond with all my money and valuables as well as pieces of jewelry belonging to my other wives!” Boris says squeezing his hands tightly into a fist. Ivanov bursts into laughter at the lies. Full deep belly laughter that has tears rolling down his eyes. I give him a look, telling him to keep his amusement under control.

“Scram. I have nothing more to say to you. You don’t deserve it!” Boris’ attitude stunned Ruby and Steven, who stood frozen on the spot. They had wholeheartedly thought that Boris was there for Steven, but that was obviously a far cry from reality. Boris, the son of the minister of education, did not even know the two of them! Boris put on a smile again as he bowed slightly before Javier. “Sir, you’re here too. What a coincidence!” “Coincidence, my *ss!” Javier’s retort shocked everyone else.

I continued, voice lowering, “but to rebuild and restructure.” “Rebuild what?” Kazuo asked. “The world thinks the YBA is crumbling.” I smirked gently then replied, “Let them, Because while the media watches the smoke, we’ll be moving underground.” I turned to the large iron door behind me. With a nod, it opened slowly—revealing a man in a dark navy suit, his presence cold, clean, and quiet. “This,” I said, pointing at him with my index finger.“is Nikolai Volkov. From Russia.”

The truth was obscured, shrouded in a haze of uncertainty, and Reid, accustomed to being in control, found himself navigating treacherous waters. Boris Ivanov, a towering figure with a gaze as penetrating as the winter winds of his homeland, entered the study with a brisk nod. His presence exuded an air of quiet authority, cultivated during his years as an enforcer for the Russian Bratva. Reid motioned for him to proceed with the report. "Mr. Carter, I've gathered information on Bella Livingston as per your request," Boris began, his accent adding a layer of intrigue to the already mysterious atmosphere. "Background checks, recent activities, associates. It's all here."

Kye followed, then the other five team members. “I haven’t told you the details.” “We’re bored. We need a little thrilling excitement,” Yue said. “Very well, but you can still back out.” My phone rang. The call came from Gunner Room. “Yeah?” “Nikolae Vasilyev uses the alias of Borys Ivanov, sixty-eight, Belarusian national with Myeloma, stage 3, admitted at NY Cancer Institute. Room 305.” So that was his alias, and he chose Belarusian identity.

She was lucky I didn’t want to destroy her relationship with Nikolas. When we arrived, Nikolas opened the door for me and led me inside with his hand touching my ass. I blushed the whole way there. Once the door opened and I saw Carlo, my face fell and I tensed. I forgot about him. “Nikolas…” I begged with my eyes but he smirked as he looked at me. “You’re not saving this piece of shit, Viola.” “I’m a Mancuso!” Carlo yelled, and he received a punch from Nicco for it.

He turned to Pierre, nodding mockingly. “Too bad I have no time to send them invitation.” He shook his head as if he regrets it. “I did.” Pierre cuts in." I sent them an invitation, I figured you'd want them to witness your might." “Well-done, well-done. You have work hard, I didn't choose the wrong person to inherit your father's place.” He praised. I've had enough of his boasting, he needs to be humbled. “Boris Mstislav, Fifty years old, Russia lord. Rumors has it that no one has ever defeated you on combat, you're labelled as the combat master.” I introduced him to himself.