Novel & Cerita Fyodor X Nikolai

Nikolai exhaled heavily and then started pacing around the room, I could see he was in panic mood as well. “Seven years ago, I got married to a woman named Sofiya Karpova. Barely two years after our marriage, I became the 52nd Don of the Moscow Bratva, now it wasn't a position that should have rightfully gone to me after my father's death, but I had the support of the majority because of my principles, so I successfully climbed to the top…”

"Yes, I am. But I'm not the enemy here, Taylor. I'm trying to protect the people I love." Taylor nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I believe you. And I want to help you. But I need to know who you are. I need to know that I'm not helping the wrong person." Nicolai hesitated, his instincts screaming at him not to trust her. But he saw the sincerity in her eyes, the determination to do what was right. He took a deep breath, his decision made. "My name is Nicolai Korsakov. I'm the Pakhan of the Korsakov Bratva. And I'm trying to take down a man who wants to destroy everything I hold dear."

Nikolai I glared at Anya over the table, ready to really kill this bitch for real. She was clearly having fun with this because she grabbed her father’s arm and then sheepishly said, “I don’t think that’s necessary, Father. I wouldn’t want to impose anything on Nikolai. He seems like someone who would rather find his own person.” “Nonsense.” Volkov waved dismissively. “He should be honored that he’s having my daughter as his wife. Is that right, Grey?”

she winked conspiratorially and flew into the audience like a whirlwind. “I won’t be surprised if she managed to ruffle everyone that she saw me resting with you. “Not with you, but with us,” Elka corrected and let Lily go ahead. - Get used to it. Let's go to the first batch. Fedenka, of course, is vile, but he tries not to touch the first desks, the gallery gets it. — Fedenka? Lilya asked, taking out her notebook. — Fyodor Mikhailovich. And here he is. Good afternoon, Fyodor Mikhalych, - Elya smiled affably at a young man of repulsive appearance.

Nikolai had Freya in stitches as he recounted a mishap involving a kayak, a curious moose, and a very wet camping trip. “I swear, the moose looked at me like I was an idiot,” Nikolai said, shaking his head. “Well,” Freya teased, “maybe the moose wasn’t wrong.” Nikolai feigned offense. “You wound me, Freya. Truly.” Freya laughed, her cheeks aching from smiling so much. “I’m sorry. You’re very brave. The bravest man to ever encounter a moose.” “Thank you,” Nikolai said with mock solemnity. “Finally, some recognition.”

Seated in the midst of my capos, I passed them all curious glances. Resting my hands on my thighs, I shook my head at them, "I don't know why. Probably he wants to finish what he started years back" I replied with tongue in cheek. Nikolia Fedorov, Don of the Russian mafia was the one responsible for the demise of my parents. He requested for a peace talk between the two mafia's as constant blood baths and gun wars were the norms with each mafia battling for superiority. My parents agreed and they actaully went with the hope of bringing an end to the meaningless deaths but Nikolia instead open fire on them.

he said. So that is how Sofiya met Vladimir. "How old is Vladimir?" I frowned. Vampires stopped growing old after a certain age. For all I knew, he could be centuries old. "Eighty-seven," he replied. My eyes bulged. Eighty-seven? Nik's laugh paused my train of thoughts. "I just wanted to see your expression. He is thirty-two." "Haha. You're very funny, Nik," I pouted. I was enjoying this laid-back and joke-y Nik.

“Nikolai I’m your family and have stoo by you all this years.” Nikolai sneered. “You are a rapists and no rapists is a family of mine” Nikolai looked from Aria to Yuri and then to me. “Don’t get blood on the ceiling and the walls. It’s takes alot of effort to repaint.” “Nikolai! You can’t do this to me!” Yuri begged, he even fell forward and clutched Nikolai feet. “I beg you.” But Nikolai narrowed his eyes. “Let me go.” And when yuri didn’t let go, Nikolai grabbed him by the collar and threw him away from himself.

The two ladies scattered until it was just Konstantin, Yuliy and me before we all sighed. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Ebony. My name is Yuliy Nikiforov.” Yuliy said as he stretched his hand with a warm smile. Yuliy didn’t have a Russian accent; his tongue was gentle and light. It sounded like he was European and it made me wonder what a beautiful grey eyed man was doing with a strange man like Sergio and his dysfunctional family. Handling Konstantin was a handful, stuck with anyone related to him would be national crisis.

Fido said. Vladimir Sokolov’s eyes flashed. His eyes grew as cold as an avalanche as He pinned Fido under a dominant gaze. His aura screamed authority as He chuckled. “You are speaking about History. Vladimir Sokolov is going to erase not only their history but their future from New York City as well, Fido!” Fido flared his nose and stood up. He nodded at him. “Are you threatening me, Vladimir?” “No, Fido. On the contrary, I am telling you what I am going to do to the Whole Mexican Clan!” Vladimir’s icy voice for a moment froze Fido. “Diego's end is going to be worse than anyone who has ever died in his family.”