Russia X America Novels & Stories

"Thanks, Ryan, for this outing," "Uhm, sure Olivia," He couldn't of course tell her it was Titan's idea. There was no telling how she would react. "Are you guys ever really going to talk about what's going on?" Maya asked. "Why the cold war?" Ryan chuckled. "Even America and Russia didn't have it this bad, back in the twentieth century," Olivia stayed silent, staring out the car. "Olivia?" "Don't call my name Maya, you'll defend your brother no matter what."

But no matter what it is, I will still maintain our ways of going for experience. Three hours after I decided to go with the flow, we landed, and I left like others while looking around with curiosity as it was my first time coming to Russia. Day ran like cheetah and I succeeded in booking a hotel room for a month to stay in as I don't know how long it will take me before figuring Russia out. The information I have with me is so shallow and would not help at all. And the fact that Russia has as much control over the Russian Mafia as we have in the United States, there's no different than exposing me if I want to inquire about information from a Mafia here. For the first time, I realize how d

Starr commented leaning against the headboard, pulling the covers to her, looking as if she had already grown tired of the conversation. "I really want to do this," she said her voice small and I could tell that the thought that our relationship was based on sex and only sex affected her greatly. "You know I can't survive that long without sex" Starr announced sounding frustrated. "And that's something you need to work on, and this will give you the time to do so," Cassi explained and I sighed knowing this was going to turn into something bigger. "You must be fucking joking," Starr announced running her hand through her hair frustratedly pushing it away from her face.

Bobby said hanging up the phone. “Well?” Mico said pacing in front of him. “Russia is coming to America.” He said getting into the SUV. “He said there is a care packing at the hotel, not sure what he meant by that, but it should help us. He also said once he is here, we are going to raid the villa.” “Why doesn’t he raid it now?”

Just Great. “Hello, I'm here.” I smile, waving at her. “And I'm Russian.” I add, I know I look more American and sound like one. I was raised there for over 10 years before I returned to Russia. While my mother was Russian, my father was American. I moved to America when I was ten after my mother's death. Then lived there for another ten years. I came back to Russia when I was twenty. I've been living in Russia for six years now.

They are determined to use it in order to get what they want from us. Last year on the eve of the Helsinki Conference, I warned that the Soviet Union is spending 20 per cent more each year than the United States on military research and development; 25 per cent more on weapons and equipment; 60 per cent more on strategic nuclear forces. In the past ten years, Russia has spent 50 per cent more than the United States on naval shipbuilding. Some military experts believe that Russia has already achieved strategic superiority over America. But it is the balance of conventional forces which poses the most immediate dangers for NATO.

He shakes each of the orders, starting from the end of the queue and back to me. "Thank you for coming to the estate," I say, gripping his hand in a firm handshake. "The pleasure is all mine. You have a beautiful home. " "Thank you, Mr. President." He goes inside, flanked by his security detail. The next limo contains the President of Russia. We were pleasant to each other as best as we could. The tension between the two entourages was visible. I try to keep a small smile plastered on my face. Our relations with them are strained and less friendly ever since they informed France that we had decided to attack China and start World War III. That was a low blow from Russia. We had no such plans

How dare he belittle my country right in front of me. "What do you know about America..you..you Russian?" I shot back. He lifted his one shoulder in a shrug. I squinted. "Where do you want to go first?" I demanded through my clenched teeth.

I mocked. “Uh-huh! I bet she does. This is America, we have rules!” “Oh sure you do. Since when do Americans follow rules, your entire society is built of not following rules. It is the American way!” The driver scoffed. “And Russia is so much better, huh? You wake up and drink Whiskey!” “Whiskey?” I furrowed my eyebrows. “What am I? A fucking Pirate?” I retorted. “Well, Vodka or whatever it is you drink. Just let me do my job!”

"Oh, definitely not. - I knew a European MP when I worked as a taxi driver in Europe – or rather in England. He explained everything to me about Democracy. - What luck, - thought Alexey and asked the driver. – What did he tell you?" - Yes, he says that Russia is a backward country. "What did you say?" - Yes, I reminded him of who won the second World war, and also told him that "Crimea is ours". - What did he say in response? - In a rage, he replied that America won the second world war.