Boris Pavlikovsky Novels & Stories

demanded the voice with a thick Russian accent. Ash knew without a doubt that the voice belonged to Sitnikov's vicious enforcer, Boris Grekov. As expected, the giant met Ash at the door looking particularly grim. Despite Ash's expertise in the ring, he decided he was glad the Russian wasn't a fighting man. Ash wasn't entirely sure he would win that confrontation. "Boss wants to see you," Boris said, stepping back to allow Ash into the spacious entryway. "I want to see Anastasia," Ash pressed. Boris grunted and shook his shaved head. The muscles in his neck emphasized the tattoos that snaked down his neck into the collar of his shirt. "She's not here," he said. "Mr. Sitnikov asked to see you

Aware of Boma and Donovan's unconventional love story, he harboured both reservations about Donovan's demeanor and a genuine desire for the couple's happiness. Throughout their tumultuous journey, Fidelis had formed an unexpected friendship with Boma, understanding the depth of her unease about Donovan. He had become a confidant, silently supporting her in the shadows. Though not a staunch supporter of Donovan due to his reputation as a "bad boy," Fidelis recognized a subtle shift in Donovan's attitude. Surprisingly, Donovan had gradually allowed him to be more involved, understanding the sincerity of his care for Boma. Fidelis often found himself in an odd position—rooting for Boma's happin

Roel scoffed, turning to the crowd with a smug expression. “Director Boris Lukin and Director Roman Belsky are from Petrov Petroleum’s research and development division,” he declared. “Look them up. You’ll find them everywhere.” Phones came out immediately. Murmurs followed. “They’re listed in multiple articles—” “I see them—photos with CEO Vasili Wright—” “They’re legitimate…” The confirmations spread quickly across the room. "How dare you question the representatives of the Petrovs, Cassie.” Mirriam’s voice cut in, sharp with disdain as she crossed her arms.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

"This is Javier Pérez, the Columbian Mafia leader." Javier. The man she was looking at. He's not as old as the other men here. Maybe in his mid thirties. It seemed like he hadn't payed much attention to her until the introduction. His eyes checked her out quickly before they exchanged a handshake, both aware of the attraction to one another. My father continues, "Next is Conan Fitzgerald, the Irish Mob boss. Boris Kolev rules in Bulgaria, and Simon Kaminski is the leader of the Polish Pruszków mafia."

Now his highness is bewitched with her and he is angry with Mina. "It's really satisfying to see your plans failing. I really like his highness's human concubine. She is really something else" Boris taunted Gonzalo. Boris is another one of the ministers, who was also a close friend of the late king Johnson. He knows who killed his friend. But he doesn't have proof to prove his claims. He is loyal to the kingdom and adores Eros like his own son. He wanted to resign from his position and leave the palace after the death of his friend. But he couldn't leave Eros alone among the snakes who are ready to kill him at any moment.

Michal Borisych - in the past, the head of the transport department of a factory, a good mechanic who knows a lot about a wide variety of automotive equipment; retired and now headed the center for sales, repair and maintenance of German cars. Michal Borisych has already delivered an original, but somewhat pretentious introduction and prepared to give the floor to the top manager, Monika Vardanovna, but there was some hitch at the presidium table. - Which one is Shpilin? - Asked Monika Vardanovna Mikhal Borisych, pretending not to know what the mentioned worker looks like, although she saw with her own eyes that Sergei Nikolaevich Shpilin was not among those present at the meeting. - Are we

Zariah tells us. "You know, you're kind of weird," Brynn observes. "Noted." Looking out the window to where Zariah had pointed to the girl she was talking about, I noticed those dark features about her, that honestly made me a little envious. The sleekness of her hair is something I would never achieve on my own. "Watch out from Alani Prelich over there...Her father is the commander of one of the most notorious armies in the Power Pack," Zariah warns me, and I shiver, as she glances up, so I can see the darkness of her eyes.

“Just keep me posted if there is anything that I need to know, and I still want you to keep an eye on the Francesco case. I don’t know where Killian is considering that he left Los Angeles long before we did, but he won’t be too far. If anything, right now, the man is back for revenge.” “Yes, boss, I will do so.” Viktor said, and Alvize nodded at the man through the mirror before both hung up. He turned his attention to me and I raised an amused eyebrow, waiting for an explanation on what he planned. However, he simply turned the stereo on. Music played in the background, but I could tell that he was making sure to keep the tone low enough for the two of us to have a conversation. It was som