Rusame Cold War Novels & Stories

And in that case you only have two options: you'll be loyal to me, or you'll have your body marked by a beast. The looks from both of them, one scared and the other superior in power, is a spectacular scene. I smile, seeing the soldiers hold one identical to mine. Am I proud? I must say I'm impressed. - I accept. — The Russian says finally. Celeste leaves his face red and with a small layer of scratched skin. She comes to me, taking advantage of her back to the Russian to sigh and look at me tensely. - Leave the. — I order. — It is declared... from today onwards we will go to war.

she whispered, burrowing into his chest. "Yeah," Jack choked out, tears freezing on his cheeks. "I'm warm. I've got you." "Ahem," Ben coughed loudly from behind a snowbank. "Not to ruin the moment, but... is that a tank?" Jack looked up. Coming over the ridge wasn't a Council tank. It was a rusty, beaten-up T-72 with graffiti sprayed on the side: RUSSIAN ROULETTE. The hatch popped open. A bearded man in a fur hat popped out, holding a bottle of vodka.

“Alpha Romanov told us that he didn’t want you doing it.” “I don’t need to listen to what your Alpha says,” I said arrogantly. “And yet, he has called us telling us that you agreed to it.” Yelena said, raising an amused eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and watched as the maid walked toward the vase as she started to clean the mess up. I looked out the window and found myself raising an eyebrow. Outside, the morning was bright despite the cold. Snow covered the grounds, and for the first time since I arrived I realized I had never actually seen much of Romanov territory.

Snow fell heavy on a cloudy, grey afternoon as Dani looked out the window. Despite a thick wool sweater and the heater in this room, winter in Russia was as cold as it could possibly get. One would think being here around the same time last year would help her get used to it somehow—just like being in and out of hospitals for months—but it never got any easier.

Moved vulnerable populations to reinforced buildings. The joint cache was accessed for the first time. All three regions coordinating. Sharing resources as agreed. Victor's heating equipment helped the alliance. Grant's fuel helped Victor. Alliance's food helped Grant. The system worked. Not perfectly. Not without tension. Not without disputes over allocation and access. But it worked. Week forty: The cold came. Temperature dropped to minus-twenty. Snow fell. The world froze again. But this time, they were ready. Shelters held. Heat functioned. Food was adequate. Medical care was available.

She turned on her heels. As I made my way up the marble steps, the imposing figure of Leonardo, sorry, Mr Russo appeared in the doorway. His sharp gaze bore into my skin and sent shivers down my spine. I really shouldn’t be feeling this way. There is nothing between us and there can never be. He’s a married man. Moreover, he hates me. Me So I need to keep chanting that to myself. “Welcome to our home” he said, his voice cold and laced with heavy sarcasm

The eyes of every Elder were focused on the missing arms of the two Flames of Waska. Rasa’s right sleeve was empty, suggesting that it was his right hand that had been taken away. Waska wore a sleeveless top, so his stump was the easiest to see. Although his left arm was present, his left forearm had been taken clean off. So the area beneath his elbow was a blank!

Rasmus lightly shook his head in negative. "You think you'll get a..away after killing me?" Richard spoke with difficulty as he wheezed for air. Rasmus paid no heed to him. His sole attention was on Catherine. "You're giving him an easy death. I have prepared something special for him." Rasmus said as his eyes darted towards the other door which opened and a huge guy emerged out of it. He was a black guy. Tall and all muscular. He looked scary with a scar running from his eyebrow to his jaw.

Romero already talked about the prowess of this woman that was coming and her taking down Ash without having to try meant she was above average in the terms of physical strength. He walked towards the bunker whistling and he tried not to let his excitement show, the fact that he would be going even with Dominica Egornov, their boss made him happier than he should have. The Russian bastard killed his brother, his son and his wife in the cruellest way possible. It may have been a long time ago but Russo still craves revenge like it was a kind of air for him to breathe.

I woke up the next day feeling cold. Marco poured a bucket of cold water on me. "Aren't you supposed to be awake by now?" He asked. I lifted my body and tried to stand up. "What do you want?" I asked and he held my wrist and pressed it. I winced in pain before he released it. "You have a package to deliver for me." He eyed me. "Why can't he send it to DHL?" I asked myself. "What package?" I asked and i got a slap in the face.