Novel & Cerita Russia X America

Everyone knows fuckers full the states, especially New York. “Is Russia better than us?” I ask curtly but I bite my tongue for asking that question. Akim will not respond. However, he surprised me with his pieced English. “Russia’s basically filled with thugs and mobsters not fucked up civilians like that dude over there.” Wow… I think the relationship between us is gradually improving. I’m so stunned he responded to me. I smile but the profundity of it all makes the smile break into a large grin. “What’s funny?”

I said softly, he stayed silent as he scanned through the data I have gathered about the Russians. “They are a cartel, a gang called Bratstvo based in Moscow, looking to expand their influence to the US. I know that you Director and your guys have been at war with these kinds of people for years, so I am just preventing a disaster before it befalls us all. We all know what these people are capable of, and we cannot turn a blind eye to them.” Gosh, I was wasting words. “So what can I do for you, Miss Jones?”

A few months ago I went online to find some of the stereotypes about the different counties, but Russia's stereotypes were the most interesting. Like everyone is in the mafia or that all Russians drink vodka. That is just listing a few. It is like one extreme to the other. I cannot believe how far some people can go to judge people. In my eyes, everyone is exactly the same. I mean some people see all Americans as beer-drinking hillbillies. I mean how ridiculous is that.

“Yeah but that″ she pointed over to him. “Is a fucking beautiful specimen of a man he has to be an exception no?” “No no exceptions.” “You’re crazy like seriously crazy. When was the last time you even had sex?” Her hand was on her hip now another grasped around a bottle. “Ages ago, but that’s irrelevant.” “No it isn’t!” She nearly shouted. “Give him your number, let him fuck you silly and go on your merry way. Where is he from? He don’t look like many of the others.” “Russia.” “Oh shit his Russian?! Seriously Harper, nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

He also said I needed a holiday with all the drama we have both been through. We arrived in Rome a few days ago, and they have been one of the best days of my life. Ethan has been taking me all around the city, exploring all the beautiful wonders this great city has to offer, and Rome is such a beautiful city. I can imagine myself coming back here a lot.

She’s right. The Russians don’t have any reason to attack us as an organization or attack me in particular. I just signed a deal with them not two months ago that set us both up nicely for a lucrative set of exchanges around a variety of well-made faux leather goods that keep plenty of money flowing to us from the US, where the demand is high, and people are both rich and stupid. Unless, of course, the question she posed is right. Who do they owe a favor, and who owes a favor to them?

"Either the Feds are trying to start a war, or the Russians have got some big cojones, pulling a stunt like this." I pace the room, collecting my thoughts. This hit makes no sense. The Russians have never challenged my territory. I let them operate their brothels and gambling dens south of the bridge. They get a cut of the docks' profits. A mutually beneficial arrangement for years. Why risk all-out war now?

The combination of Olga's mouth on his cock, her pussy on his tongue, and picturing Krista with a mahogany cock going off in her mouth proved too much for Zach and he lost it, his cock exploding in Olga's mouth, her pussy flooding his tongue as she gulped his cum down, siphoning his cock until she had gotten every last drop of cum from him. "Do all Americans cum so much?" Olga asked, laying on top of Zach gasping for breath. "Russian men don't and their cum is thin, not like yours, which is very thick, almost chewy. I love cum." "I have no idea," Zach replied as she turned around, a smile splitting her sharp elfin features as she looked down into his face, her large, dark nipples hard and pr

"Well, what the fuck did you expect? This is America, not Siberia. They don't hand over children to single Russian fathers with pages of criminal records." Jesus Christ, does he have to keep on about that?

Then I dropped my gaze to my laptop, assuming that my wolf understands what were those coordinates and images being displayed on the screen. "Yeah," she suddenly dropped smiling. "But it was ten hours away from here," Melissa said back. "He was in one of the penitentiaries in Russia." "Russia?" The four of us at the table breathed back in unison. As far as my knowledge is concerned, Russia is one of the countries in the world that has the most impossible and risky to visit. Aside from that, their people were not as friendly and helpful as you think they were, especially to their foreign visitors. Well, that was what I've read in an online article before. And I believed the source of the arti