Russian Male Names Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You’ve been acting so different and out of it these past few weeks. Who exactly is this new guy in your life?” The itch to reveal everything about my messed up life to Evelyn was eminent but I had to hold back because I wasn’t ready to drag her into my dangerous mess that could potentially get her hurt. “His name is Sasha....” I start. She raises a brow with a teasing smirk. “Sasha?.... isn’t that a girl’s name?” I let out a snicker. “Its a Russian name, Evelyn-” “He’s Russian?!” she slams the table in shock.

His words were no longer making sense, and if she was going to freeze to death here, she’d at least carry his name with her to hell. The man looked to his side and gave a brief nod. Soon there were footsteps again, and one of his lackeys appeared to hand him a thick blanket. “Ah, forgive me for my lack of manners.” He stood unmoving, taunting her with the fabric in his hand. “My name is Alexei Nikolin. You’ll be under my custody until your father manages to pay every last cent.” The slightest accent showed when he pronounced his name. Her eyebrows met. “You’re Russian.”

it would have been him. I watched him, saying nothing, letting that thought settle into my eyes until he saw it. He got his silent answer and his eyes slid closed, like he was trying to keep me away from his emotions, “What are their names?” “Ruslan and Ivanov.” His eyes slowly peeled open in surprise, “You gave them Russian names?” I said nothing.

I asked. "One." He replied. "I suppose the Masters gave all of you numbers instead of names?" "Yes, Master." "Everyone will choose a name for themselves right this second." I announced before I turned to the General of the Neos Army. "From today, your name is Ratmir. It means defender of peace in Russian." I saw the gratefulness in his eyes along with devotion. He bowed his head and agreement. "As you command, Master." He bowed again. I placed my hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "Call me Nikolai."

I open my mouth, about to reply when Dad speaks up. "Who is this man and how soon can this wedding take place?" My eyes widen but Yulia's just narrow at me, clearly not impressed with my snooping antics. "His name is Ramsey Mikhailov." I can feel the temperature in the room drop by several degrees. Whoever this Ramsey guy is, Dad apparently dosen't like him very much. Even Yulia's breathing come out in short gasps when Smollett mentions his name. "Did you just say Ramsey Mikhailov? The Ramsey? Son of the Russian..."

asked Vesa impatiently. "It stands for your names, Sir and Madame," replied Ruslan. "Huh?" Vesa was shocked. "Valentino, Ferisha, Vesa. Gosh, what named your own father's hotel?" asked Vesa couldn't help but smile. "Yes, Young Master." "I didn't think my father turned out to be hm... How to say it. Mellow. Oh, no. He's good at fighting so it's impossible to be mellow," said Vesa excitedly.

“Why are you here, and why am I tied up?” Ivan leans forward, his eyes glinting with malice. “How do I explain this to you, krasivy? I think I’ll start with my name. It’s not Ivan. Let me reintroduce myself - I’m Vladimir Aleksander.” The name hits me like a physical blow, my blood turning to ice in my veins. “That’s impossible,” I whisper. “Stefano killed you years ago.” Vladimir Alesksander is the name of the former Kazan gang leader.

And clearly wanting to say something more. “Demyan… That was supposed to be your name, wasn’t it?” Dmitry nodded firmly. “Mother chose it. Father refused.” Alexei rubbed his eyes and snorted. “I knew it! I knew the old man had meddled with it. Always obsessed with giving names as if he were forging swords, not children.” He turned to Susan and placed a hand over his chest. “Demyan is perfect, Susan. It’s strong without being brutal. It’s intelligent without being arrogant. It smells like a storm in the middle of the sea and a lightning bolt ready to strike anyone who messes with you.”

I spit out fiery. Arlette gulped, shifting on each leg. “Who were the guys?” I asked, staring at her naked body, her small curvy frame designed against the wall. Arlette shrugged, then answered my question. “Some Russians. I don’t know their names, but one guy, the main guy, his name was Dimitri Volkov,” she said. As if the guys being Russians didn’t give them off already, but fucking, Dimitri Volkov? That was the Bratva’s Pakhan and he was ruthless and as sneaky as a snake.

She nodded her head. "Ok let's do some work" she said while placing some file infront of me "I used my resources to find some information about the Russian and Brazilian " she said. "What information did you found?" I asked her. "So the Russians mob boss name is Ivan Volkov. He is an orphan and he only has a elder sister as a family. He was a part of Russian mafia but after working hard few years now he is the boss. There isn't much to know about him since he is a very introvert person " she told.