Novel & Cerita Makarov Quote

"The fire for revenge blinds you." Indeed, it does. I could relate because that's exactly what caused my death. "Let's move on," Makaria said and I took a sigh of relief. "Thank god," I muttered under my breath and she slightly smirked.

Marco is done. "Hmph, who were those idiots saying it was a false report?"

Fear was loyalty in its purest form. The door creaked open softly. Marco entered, carrying a tablet and a black folder. His eyes flicked briefly to the bandage before returning to Adrien’s face. “You should still be resting,” he said. Adrien leaned back slightly, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “I rest when I’m dead. What do we have?” Marco set the folder on the bed. “We traced the shooter’s weapon. Custom-made, Russian steel. Only a handful of people in Italy have access to it.”

Xavier said. “Sometimes you gotta move away from your father’s shadow to see how much you are capable of,” Xavier said again. “I remember you mentioned killing a man, was that the very first?” Xavier asked. Marcus recalled the event and inhaled the smoke through the wrong pipe and coughed out. “It-it was self defense,” Marcus answered with a raspy voice as he tried to clear his throat. “Easy boy, things like this shouldn’t flinch you…….these are things that build you up to a man!” Xavier said.

Big carb meals slow down your aim. Vito cuts a meatball in half as he speaks. "Zakhar just wants his daughter back." He pauses his fork. "I understand his feelings, Ivanov. You should speak to him. He can tell you a lot more than I can. Fill in the details that I don't have. Details that you'll want to know. Details that might even save your life one day."

I asked him. “Always! He was always there for me. You know, in war, you cannot make mistakes. Because if you make one, you no longer live to tell the tale,” “I see! And you are right. I am at war. So, forgive me for my outburst.” I said, but I kept to myself the fact that the man in the picture was already dead. By my hand. “Let’s take another weapon,” he continued and turned to the table where the guns were. “The SIG Sauer P226, a gun that was known for never failing and always hitting its target,”

Marco drove at an impossible speed while managing to look like he was relaxing in a jacuzzi. One hand resting lazily on the window. Completely unbothered. I snapped my jaw shut, scowling at him, “You're kidding, right?” “No.” “I literally just told you I don't like ‘killing’.” “No,” his grip shifted on the steering, eyes focused on the road. “You made it clear you were okay with it as long as they deserved to die.”

Provoke me and then I will show you the hell for defying me. I think this bastard didn't recognized me. I came out of the dark and stood in front of them in the light. As soon as they saw me all of the men present there got shocked and their faces paled. I started caressing my gun in front of their faces and they knew better than to defy me. Who doesn't knows Mikhail Igor Gorbachev? This country runs from my name only. "Я так долго не пользовался пистолетом, а теперь у меня чешутся руки." I said playing with my gun.

He knew all too well that once the old man made up his mind, there was no changing it. “Throughout history, there has been only one reliable way to deal with men.” Makar smiled mysteriously and glanced at the notary, who was settling himself at the writing desk. “Many years ago, over a glass of good whiskey with my best friend, we dreamed of uniting our families—and our businesses…” “You’re not starting that again, are you?” Stas laughed, shooting a look at his brother, who had gone pale. They both knew exactly where this was headed.

Mariko instructed Itsuki to place headphones on Marcus as she will make a shoot. “How about you?” Marcus asked after placing headphones on his ears. Instead of answering him, Mariko smirked and shot the gun at the target, which had him startle. Mariko made a bullseye. Marcus was amazed by how she gracefully held the gun. His eyes widened in surprise when Mariko unload the gun and disassemble the pistol in just a minute. “How did you do that?” Marcus asked. “Practice makes perfect,” Mariko said. “Mariko is the best shooter among us here.” Itsuki complimented her skills with a smug look on his face.