Russian Names Novels & Stories

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.”

Ambrose spat out his own perception of the name. “Yeah, I agree with that.” I nodded after realizing it really sounded Russian and you might have to pronounce the letter r with some sort of thickness to it. “So how was Dimitri’s night?” I asked trying my best to pronounce the name with the thickness right on the syllable where the letter r is. “Dimitri just had the best night of his life.” Ambrose rebutted and he even copied the way I said Dimitri. He sounded cute when he tried to copy me.

I copy the text and head to my translation app where I converted the words to English. My eyes quickly roam across the screen as I read. The reports from the website reads that Dima Kozlov is the top oligarch in Russia who owns a factory that produces weapons and some other shady things. He runs the street of Russia and is the main ruler of the underworld. Holy Moly. I’m all but a nervous wreck at the information I just read. That means…he's a mafia if I am to qualify it with an English word. From the books I’ve read, the Russian Mafioso are referred to as Bratva.

Stop making connections where there aren’t any. But the itch in his brain didn’t stop. So he kept pushing. “What’s your full name?” Ethan blinked at him. “Ethan.” “Yeah, but… Ethan what? Ethan what-surname?” “S-sirname?” Ethan repeated, stumbling over the word. “Your mom’s last name,” Reid clarified. “What do you use after your name?” The boy thought hard, little brows scrunched. “Russo,” he finally said, as if it was a prize he had discovered under the bed. “Ethan Russo.”

Alexei’s croissant fell to the floor. He stood paralyzed for a full second. Then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and whispered as if he had heard a prophecy: “Demyan… Demyan Rurik…” Sasha let out a low whistle, his smile opening slowly. “Now that has weight. It’s not just any name. It’s… dense. It sounds like an heir who will look the elders in the eye and they will lower their heads.” Alexei blinked, visibly moved. And clearly wanting to say something more.

“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 you should know better than me that vaccinations are contraindicated for Nick, - I decided to stop the flow of words of the restless parent. - Yes?! Yes, exactly, - the woman was surprised at her forgetfulness, but immediately gained confidence. “What kind of stupid name is Nikitas?! This is horror. Nikitas Arsenievich. The girl laughed and corrected herself: “Arnarovich,” and laughed even louder. - Mom, the son was named after his great-grandfather Arseny. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she slipped into golden stilettos. Why not in honor of our great-grandfather?

The woman said, turning to see if they were alone. "Don't worry Nanny, he doesn't like it when I call him that. He prefers his real name Mikhail from me." She said and the woman stood with her jaw dropped. Was that even possible? TBC

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her father said in a deep Russian accent which was much thicker than Svet’s “I have heard much about you.” “You too, Mr. Ivanova,” he shook the beefy hand. The squeeze was a little hard and he felt a slight pain in his knuckles. “No,” Arkady shook his head and placed his ice-blue eyes steadi- ly on James’s eyes. “Svetlana speaks very highly of you, it would do me a great honor if you would abide by the customs of my country.” “Er… okay.” “My father’s name was I*or, so please address me by Arkady I*-