Private Moscow Novels & Stories

No rest. No settling in. The convoy moved through Moscow with silent efficiency, black vehicles cutting through traffic like they belonged to the city itself. Damian watched the streets pass by from the back seat, his reflection faint in the tinted glass. Snow lined the roads, piled neatly at the edges, the city moving with a rhythm that felt foreign and familiar all at once. Dr. Sera Voss worked here. The thought surfaced unbidden. Not as emotion. Not as memory. As fact. The hospital rose ahead of them, all glass and steel and understated authority. A place built on competence, not intimidation. Damian noted the security layout immediately, the controlled entrances, the way staff moved with

But instead of heading toward his study or the rest of the house, Avyaan walked further down the hallway and disappeared toward another part of the mansion. Somewhere no one else usually went at that hour. Somewhere that held answers only he could reach. Because the game that had begun earlier that day wasn’t something he intended to watch quietly. And whoever had sent that letter would soon realize they had chosen the wrong target. . Far away from the quiet night of India, winter ruled the city of Moscow. Snow drifted slowly through the cold air, settling across the empty streets and the rooftops of tall glass buildings. The city lights reflected faintly against the frozen river running thr