Nikolai Lantsov Novels & Stories

“Escalet Holdings?” Adrian’s jaw tightened slightly. “Elias Escalet,” he said. That name again—but this time it wasn’t hidden inside systems or encrypted calls. This time it was public. A third headline appeared immediately after. NIKOLAI VAREL CONFIRMS INVOLVEMENT IN ‘PROJECT VESPER’ INTERNAL TESTING Lena’s breath caught. “That’s him,” she said. “That’s Nikolai.” Adrian’s eyes narrowed slightly. “He didn’t confirm anything.”

I watch as more and more people come to give him gifts which he accepts with a smile on his face. Soon Vladimir, a member of the Bratva, calls for attention as he raises the glass of his champagne. I guess it's time for them to raise a toast to the celebrant. That's when I see them, or him exactly, Nikolai, because he's the one my eyes are focused on, he looks as glorious and handsome as ever as he stands with the rest Bratva members, all of them raising their glasses.

Alessandro and Draco stood there baffled at their childish wife and girlfriend behaviour. They looked at each other and shook hands with no expression on their face. "Hello, I am Draco Blackwood. Welcome to my home." "Hello, Alessandro Williams. Thank you." Sabrina wasn't surprised at his fake surname. He use this surname "Williams" in business world. One of many reasons people recognise him as the CEO and not as "Alessandro Kingston" the mafia leader of California. "Hello, I am Lily Harrison." Lily said as he shook hand with Alessandro. Alessandro passed her the bouquet and she smiled delightfully.

As soon as the door closed, Rosa unlocked it, scrolling through her contacts until she found the name she needed. Lenny. Her most loyal, efficient right-hand man who had worked for her years ago. She pressed the call. It rang once before his familiar voice answered. "Miss Rosa?" "I need you to do something for me." "Of course," he said quickly. "What is it?" "Find out everything about Nikolai Volkov." Her tone was barely above a whisper. "Where Track him down where he goes. Who does he meet? Who he’s been spending his time with lately. I feel there's something fishy going on with him" A slow, bitter smile curved her lips.

"Together, Franco Gavin and I shall carve a path toward unparalleled success, shaping destinies and leaving an indelible mark on the world." The applause that followed was thunderous, drowning any lingering dissent. Zeke Castellan, master of manipulation and showmanship, had successfully diverted attention back to his narrative of triumph, leaving the uninvited Sovran a mere afterthought in the grand scheme of the evening. But then an echo of a vibrating laugh ended his speech as everyone turned to look at Nikolai who was laughing in ridicule to the man giving his speech. "О, боже мой. Это смешно"

Anton Volkov. The name made my stomach tighten, even though it was a common one. No relation to my father, nothing personal, just another reminder of how easily identities are blurred in this world. Anton was a senior logistics manager. Trusted. Quiet. Efficient.Too efficient. His offshore accounts caught my attention first. Large sums of money, cleverly disguised as bonuses and reimbursements, appeared shortly after Dante’s raids on Alexei’s smaller operations. The timing was precise. Almost deliberate. Coincidence? Maybe.

The penthouse apartment echoed with the sound of shattering glass and Nikolai's furious roars. SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA(THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE) After the success of the engagement party between Mikhail Morozov and Donatella De Luca, the La Mano Rojas sent a message to the Bratva's empire, causing chaos within the empire.

His voice was a soft whisper against my ear, devoid of any warmth. "You will be my greatest asset. You will be his kryptonite and his nemesis. I can see why Sokolov is really into you." Vlad Kuznetsov. The name finally clicked into place, not as a memory of a face or a specific event, but as a reputation, a name whispered in hushed tones in certain circles, a titan of industry with a dark underbelly, known for his relentless ambition and unforgiving nature.

And… a husband. What she didn’t know—what she hadn’t seen—was the man watching her from above. Alexandro stood on the second-floor balcony, his hands braced on the cold stone rail, his eyes locked on the two figures below. He hadn’t meant to overhear. He had simply stepped outside for air. But the sight of Serena—smiling, relaxed, her cheeks flushed from the cold and from laughter—cut him like ice. And then Karl leaned in. Said something low. Serena stepped back.

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He turned around and threw his hands up when he saw me. “There's my favorite girl! Come on, have a seat” My face remained impassive. Antonio DeLuca was a bald middle aged man with a powerful build who would never take no for an answer. “What do you want, Antonio?” He chuckled, his voice gruff. “Always straight to business. I like that” He pulled out a file and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a photograph.