Novel & Cerita Russian Roulette K Pop

In Russia, Alessandro is working when he receives a call on his personal number. A grin appears on his lips when he looks at the caller ID. It's a group video call from his friends. A chat with them always elevates his mood. "What's up assholes" he greeted and leaned back in his chair while holding his mobile in his hand. Nero, Reed, and Matteo appeared on the screen. But what caught him off guard was their matching smirks. "A little bird came gossiping from Russia. The news on the streets is that a certain someone is seen killing people for simply looking at ' his ' girl. Just thought of asking you the details about it" Nero asked with a shit-eating grin.

Eric whispered in her ear. Like a perfect couple, Nyla thought bitterly. Inside the ballroom, champagne flowed and string music played softly. Business executives in expensive suits mingled with their wives in designer gowns. Eric kept his hand on Nyla's lower back, possessive and proprietary. "There he is," Eric said quietly. "Viktor Volkov. The Ukrainian investor I told you about." Nyla followed his gaze. Viktor was a tall man in his sixties with silver hair and sharp eyes. He stood near the bar talking to other businessmen, looking bored.

Russian roulette was a game in which a single round was placed in a revolver. The players, in turn, spun the cylinder, place the muzzle against their heads, and pull the trigger. This game didn't end till the bullet hit one of the players. This was a very cruel and terrifying game. If there was a rank of cruelty for gambling games in the world, Russian roulette must be the cruelest. No! No! But at that moment, two bodyguards came over directly. They held my hands, and forced me to stand aside.

Audrey shrugged her shoulders. Daniel rubbed his lips with his thumb making a sensual gesture and unfortunately, Audrey had witnessed it. Audrey hurriedly averted her eyes before something stirred in her chest. "I want to play Russian Roulette," Daniel said. Instantly everyone exclaimed with excitement over Daniel's choice. Audrey was no exception, who was now looking back at him. She couldn't believe Daniel had chosen that game. Did the man know what game he had just chosen? "Don't look at me like that, I know exactly what Russian Roulette is like," Daniel said upon seeing Audrey's dubious look.

In a luxurious room inside Dream City, a man in his fifties was playing Russian Roulette with more than a dozen others. This man was none other than Richie Kent, who had changed his name to Richard Lane. Richie was having fun when his walkie-talkie suddenly beeped. “Mr. Richard, a couple has barged into our premises!” Richie picked up his walkie-talkie and asked, “They barged in here? Why are you coming to me with something so trivial? Just kill them.”

Instead, he turned his head, his azure eyes locking onto Alexander coldly. "Ivy doesn't want to see you. But since you refuse to leave, as the Underboss of the Rainier family, I should collect some interest for my sister." He drew a silver revolver from his waist, deftly swung out the cylinder, dumped the bullets, and left only three. Click. With a flick of his wrist, the cylinder spun wildly before snapping back into place. He tossed the gun into the mud at Alexander’s feet. "Russian Roulette. The oldest rule of the Mafia."

Kaze said with a pretentious smile, “Mr. Weather, I’ve seen a lot of your type. You blame anyone but yourself. “You simply think I won because of some dumb luck. “If you had everything ready or a chance for a do-over, you believe I’d be in your place. “In that case, I’ll grant your wish. “I’m sure that you’re familiar with Russian Roulette.” The revolver spun in Kaze’s hands, and he said indifferently, “Here’s a game of chance. We’ll take turns to fire a shot. “If you win, I’ll let you go. “If you lose, you’ll tell me everything you know about Sanwell Finances, and your life is in my hands.

His voice was low and soft, and it scared me more than if he would have shouted. “Watch how you speak to me, or you’ll soon find out how sick I really am.” My breath shook, but I held his stare. Russian roulette. One blink, and I’d be dead. Maybe that would be a quicker demise than what he had in store for me. His eyes warned, Don’t play games you can’t win. Mine said, This isn’t a game. It’s hell. After a tense pause, he released me. “You, Mila, are just a means to an end. I won’t say I didn’t enjoy it though.” His gaze flicked to the TV as my moans grew louder. “Such an enthusiastic kotyonok.”

I shook my head and said, "No, don't gamble with your lives!" At this moment, I had already understood Roger's words! I knew why he said they staked themselves. There was only one gambling game concerning a revolver, Russian roulette! Russian roulette was a game in which a single round was placed in a revolver. The players, in turn, spun the cylinder, placed the muzzle against their heads, and pulled the trigger. This game didn't end till the bullet hit one of the players. This was a very cruel and terrifying game! If there was a rank of cruelty for gambling games in the world, Russian roulette must be the cruelest.

Ruslan! The same Ruslan who was supposed to be dead? The one Adler supposedly killed and threw off a cliff? He couldn't possibly still be alive! "Damn!" Rune cursed under his breath. Feeling her heart racing uncontrollably, Kyra turned her attention back to the stage, her mind reeling with disbelief. If Ruslan was here causing such a stir, then anything was possible. Brown-haired, dug into his pocket and retrieved a lollipop, unwrapping it with deliberate slowness. Kyra frowned, the cherry-colored candy not matching his ruthless reputation. As he popped it into his mouth, the crack echoed through the room.