Russian Names Novels & Stories

—I asked, noticing he was just staring at me. —Now you understand why they couldn't grow up away from you. —Because you're a total disaster, with a passing interest, who couldn't live without me? —He laughed. —You couldn't have put it better. —This time I shrugged. —Do they have names? —I have two in mind —I gestured for him to continue—. Ragnar for the male... means lethal strength and primitive loyalty. You agree? —Very masculine, though quite fitting for their father's character —he just smiled. —And the other?

He bought most captives, at least that’s what he would say. If it was most other mafia leaders, they would just drag you, leaving you with no dignity well, that’s if you still had one after losing a bloody war. My dad went by the name Boris, which means butcher in English. He was so skilled that he could do anything with a sword. Twenty men with five guns each didn’t even stand the slightest chance they were better off dead already than being killed by him. It’s not always a good sight to behold, and not to say the least that he is the most powerful and feared man in the history of the Russian mafia.

For some reason, her instincts are telling her that he may be connected to Alexei somehow but Dmitri is being extremely cautious about the topic. Moreover, Anna was Alexei’s sister’s name and Harrietta had a doll named Maria. There is a connection, Roseanne concludes. “Anna was my mother’s name and Maria was the name of my childhood nanny,” Dmitri lies. Roseanne’s heart falls upon hearing that. She tries not to show her disappointment but Dmitri can see the anguish in her eyes as if she expected another answer. “You look disappointed,” he sighs. “Did you expect another answer?” “No!” Roseanne claims. “I was just wondering how little I know about you…”

Then, confusion filled her features and she questioned, "Did you call me 'Roza'?" I nodded back. "Yes, it's your name in Russian." A smile formed on her beautiful face, and she giggled faintly. "It's wonderful; I like it. Maybe I should give you a nickname someday," she commented, a thoughtful look arising. My eyebrow arched. "Oh really?" "Of course. Actually, I think I should do it right now. How about…comrade?" Her choice truly baffled me. I scrunched my face and said, "Why 'comrade'?"

“Huh?” “If you want me to scream your name, I have to know it first,” I reply. The confusion dissipates, and that familiar impish smile takes over. “Ruslan. My name is Ruslan.” Without missing a beat, he begins to fuck me again, challenging himself to make me scream for him just like I promised.

Joe pointed to his cousin. " Ya-what? " Alisson blinked in a daze. " Yaroslavovich, that's my patronymic, " Dimitri clarified. At least he thought so, because I was still as lost as before. " Is that a second name? " I frowned “Because if it is, couldn't your mother have chosen something easier to pronounce?” " Not exactly. It's a difficult concept to explain, in free translation it would be as if I were called "Dimitri son of Yaroslav of the Voitovich family.”

I frowned and looked at him, "What does that mean?" I asked, my head cocked to one side. "Malishka?" Nina asked, and I nodded. "It means Baby Girl, it's a Russian term of endearment." "You speak Russian?" I asked. I knew a few words from listening to Miranda and Vitaly "We are Russian after all," Mishka said. "We also speak Italian, German, French and Spanish." "Will you teach me?" I asked, looking between the two. "Which one, Solnishko?" Nikoli asked.

Things are good right now, and I'm happy with the news of the baby. I really am. "Victor," Roman echoes, looking at me. "I like that. A lot." "Victor Roman." "Ugh. No. I don't want him named after me." "You're his father." "That's so old-fashioned. How about Victor Nikolai?" I laugh. "After me?" "Sure." "It's an English name and a...what? Russian name?" "Why not? People are naming their kids after objects, Nikki." "Some objects have nice names."

• Molotov Ruskaya Mafia: Molotov Russian Mafia • Pravoslavnaya: Orthodox Church/ Faithful ones • Matushka: Russian polite classic term for mother.

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.