روايات وقصص ضمن Gentleman In Moscow Movie

But then again, if I were someone who derived pleasure from killing people, I guess a heavy metal gate would be just what I needed to shield myself from the consequences of my actions. Two heavily built men stand on either side of the gate. Their eyes lock on the vehicle as we approach, and once we stop in front of the gate, one of the men walks towards us. Nikolai lowers the window, and the man says something in Russian, to which Nikolai replies also in their native tongue. The man glances at me and makes an odd sound at the back of his throat before returning to his post at the gate. I watch as He leans in and whispers something to the other guard. The second guard nods and steps aside. He

“Is he what I think he is?” “Vladimir Netzov,” Gant answered. “Well, look at the mighty who has fallen from his grace. I’ll relay your regards to Vasilyev and Olezka.” It didn’t end there. He struck the man with the stock of his automatic rifle. “That’s my hi,” he said before walking away, gesturing at the woman who seemed to be in charge of the operation. “Oh, my God.” I gasped. “What is it, baby?” Spade asked, his hand came to my waist.

Her hand dropped to her side as she closed her eyes, letting the tears fall. The office door clicked open, drawing both Vera and Alessio’s attention. Roman stepped out first, followed by the tall, long-haired guest. Their conversation had paused. The guest’s gaze landed on her, calm and unreadable, yet oddly focused. He carried a composed confidence—like every step he took belonged to him. “Hello, Miss Vera Benedetti,” he greeted with a slight nod, “I’m Viktor Malenkov.” Her eyes widened slightly. She had heard the name before. The Malenkovs were one of the most feared yet respected families in the Russian underworld. His presence here now made sense.

“I hope this isn’t how you normally get laid. It’s exhausting.” Ahumored brow rose. “It’s a first for me, but thankfully, I’mopen to new things.” It was so nice he found the situation amusing while my heart was close to stopping. “I’m sure there are a number of nice women in Moscow who will accommodate you for a decent price.” He watched me, shadowing each of my slow steps. “If I wanted another, it would take a single peach emoji text to have a woman here begging me to fuck her ass.”

That was the way of galas like this: beautiful lies wrapped in gold. My father’s hand rested lightly at the small of my back, a possessive, protective touch he never quite realized he still gave me. Ivan Volkov—Russian mafia boss, king of shadows, the man whose name made grown men swallow hard—smiled like a proud parent as cameras flashed and heads turned. “Smile, solnyshko,” he murmured in Russian. “Tonight, we enjoy ourselves.” I did smile. For him. For my mother. For the illusion.

The room was casino themed with each table having a different game of both poker and cards displayed. Russian, Italian, American and even the Luna wolf mafia were all gathered to witness the event. Lily swallowed as she walked into the room. A bald man with broad muscular features, tattoo running down his head and a scare just above his eyes approached her. He pulled out his arm for a handshake, “You must be Mrs. Kalashnikov.” He asked, a smile playing in his lips “ It's a pleasure.” Lily could only smile back although it was forced but she couldn't afford to misbehave in a place like this and beside the man although having a smile on his face didn't exactly look friendly.

But my eyes wandered back to the mysterious man. "This is Tamira Banks... Our best of the best," Russo said, laughing uncomfortably at his own joke. I cringed. It wasn't funny, you fool. The man turned around and I found myself in great awe. Smooth hair combed to the side and groomed all over. He looked like he had stepped straight off the front cover of a magazine. "Signore (Mister) Cosimo di Maggio," Russo presented him. I reached my hand out to greet him. In response, he flashed his long lashes at me and got comfortable next to the woman, ignoring me and my gesture.

Forgetting the anger and all the resentments she had, Jacques started conversing with the dog and ended up in a fit of laughter with the way the dog acted. "I rushed here to see you thinking that you missed me, Jerry. You are making my heart hurt by being late," Mikhail Volkonsky removed his suit jacket and placed it on the cushioned sofa. He fixed his solid gold cufflinks with emeralds and passed a glass of vodka for Jeremy. His signet ring made a clink as he passed the glass. As if he had no care in the world, he carelessly leaned back placing his arm at the back of the sofa, crossing his legs. His entire demeanor exudes class, revealing his aristocratic upbringing.

Gray let him go as he pushes the man to the ground. He runs his fingers through his hair and then looks at me. Moskov gets up and smirks at Gray as he arranges his shirt. He turns away and looks my way before walking back to the party. A man who looks like a really ruthless Mafia boss waves his hand to the music and they continue. He turns to look at Gray. He stands up and walks to Gray. His face holds no emotions or smile. " What was that about?" The man asks Gray. Gray still looks angry and there is no single smile on his face. Gray shrugs and looks right back at the man.