Russia X America Novels & Stories

She couldn’t be with someone she didn’t completely trust. Clearly I’ve been doing it wrong for you to always think I expect something in return. Those words had haunted her ever since. Why was it easier for her to believe everything was an exchange? If he was being true, what was there to be afraid of? Dani looked away from Alexei with a sigh and forced herself to sleep. Landing in Moscow was a jarring experience. The only memories Dani had of Russia was a winter wasteland. Acres of snowy forest was the only scenery she’d ever known, and now standing in this thriving, urban capital was like being in another country entirely.

he said, his voice calm, “The United States will whine, as they always do, but the rest of the world? They’ll secretly rejoice. Don’t you see? This fallout only strengthens our position globally. Everyone wants a piece of Virtue Financial International now.” Catherine wasn’t convinced just yet. “But aligning with nations like Russia—it’s going to raise eyebrows. The U.S. will weaponize this in their narrative against us.”. (Catherine Kent) Mies leaned back in his chair, the faint sound of ice clinking in a glass accompanying his next words.

Tony Rico was smiling savagely, showing his teeth. "War?" "Given the world today, it's not easy to safely acquire large quantities of firearms within America. If we use them incorrectly and get caught, it becomes a headache. But if we use items freshly imported from Russia for this war and then dispose of them, there will be no complications."

Not taking her eyes off the task she retorted, “When are you going to tell your former girlfriend things are over between you?” Her blunt nature never ceased to shock me. Americans just don’t come right out with what we want. Culturally, we’re politer than our Russian counterparts. Less direct, because we're always thinking about the other person's feelings. Vasha would probably laugh at me if I acted as offended as I felt. “We’re not together.” I said flatly, hoping she’d just let it GO.

The only thing I have counting in my favor is that she’ll have to catch a connecting flight, whereas the private jet will fly directly to the States. I double-check to make sure I’m not wrong, and when I see that there are no direct commercial flights between Russia and the USA, I let out a sigh of relief. I’ll get there before her. That’s if she’s even going to New York. I let out an angry sigh. I need to notify the other heads of the Bravta of what happened. Dialing a number, I listen as the call connects. “Hey, what’s up?” Sasha mutters.