Russian-singles Novels & Stories

His rough hands scraping across his blackened wooden table before standing before the Italian man. The Russian man takes a hearty gulp of his own saliva before crossing to the Italian man, towering over him, "What will you offer me from job?" His thick Russian accent almost makes him unintelligible. The Italian man takes a moment to think of an answer, "Whatever you request." The Russian man's heart races in excitement, looking to the door leading to his room, a slight rustle coming subsequently with a muffled scream. "Give me... woman. Many woman..." "Excuse me?"

Katie was surprised by the hug and a kiss. “Are you single, Katie?” Tara sat back, fastening her seatbelt. “I also noticed an accent.” “Yeah. I’m Katja Rusov from Russia, and yes, I’m single. I’m not looking for a relationship right now, but thank you both for giving me a temporary job.” Katie went to the back with the guys. And the jet took off a few minutes later. “We’re gonna have our honeymoon, enjoy our time, eat good food, have fun, and have a lot of sex.”

Desperately, I wished I could turn back time and be in that elevator with him again. More people joined our group, introductions were made, and we shifted to make space. This left my profile exposed between the living room and the railing, giving me a wide view. But I turned more toward the outside, not wanting to spend the whole party staring at the "boy" like some obsessed fan. I opted for beer—both for love of the drink and to keep my senses sharp. Everyone knows how Russians drink: hard, hot, and dry. Sandra was still beside me, though leaning slightly toward Galev, who was talking to her right. They seemed very interested in each other. Meanwhile, I struck up a conversation with a Russi

Ash hums, “Probably Russian, because of our family ties there, we speak it with Carlotta all the time.” She nods, “But written?” He furrows his brow, “It’s been a while, but it’s hard to unlearn.” She types something on her phone and holds it up to him. He reads it, and grins. In flawless Russian it read: ‘I enjoyed it when I sucked your cocks earlier.’. Gods, she had a filthy mind. He licks his lips and smiles at her, “Me too.” She smirks, and switches to a muscovite accent, again flawless.

Good, they know better than to show any sign of weakness. I stopped right in front of them, my eyes already assessing their physic. They were just four that stood out from thousands of fights that took place the past months. “Name and country.” The first one to step out was a tall but sturdy man that looked to be in his late twenties. His blonde hair was shaved to a buzz cut and had several tattoos that littered his skin. “Yuri, Russia.” The next man stepped out and he seemed to be a teenager at most nnineteen to twenty one years old with watchful eyes and long jet black hair that was tied in a low bun.

The leader of the Russian’s, a tall, imposing man with a thick beard and piercing blue eyes, looked me straight in the eye, his gaze fearless. “So, Dominic Moretti,” he said, his voice deep and cold, with a hint of a Russian accent. “We've heard a lot about you, and it's a pleasure to meet you in person.” I smiled, confident in my abilities, my mind racing with What the outcome of this meeting might be. “And I've heard a lot about you, Viktor,” I replied, my voice firm and steady, with a hint of a smile. “I'm glad we could finally meet in person.”

I ask and his smile falters "I had one but he died on a mission , since then I have always been by myself when sam is not around" Okay, am always alone too. It's not that bad " Oh! sorry about that. And carl, what is he like?" I have to start from somewhere right? I need to know what that Russian was about to say. "He's the most ruthless man I have ever seen. Trust me, the only time he acts nice is when he's talking to you"

I get a lot of money, but I also invest a whole lot more. I have shares in almost five hundred companies around the world. “He has...but you’re not going to like it.” Chad says and I run my hand through my hair. I haven’t combed it in a while. I usually just place it in a messy bun, and that works for me. “Tell me more.” I say as I walk towards him and the laptop. “Russell Marshall is a successful Russian businessman. He wants you to eliminate a target before the month ends.” Chad explains, and I nod slowly as he does.

••••• RUSSIA All of the people shivered seeing the angry aura of Ivan who is taking their class very well. Ivan is a very strict person who doesn't like when people take him easy. He wants everything at the right time and in the right condition. Last time when he visited his company in Russia then he had given his workers a target to fulfill and now he is firing all of those workers who didn't fulfill this target. Whenever he was getting angry at any person then he was grinding his teeth and fisting his palm to control himself. He fucking invest money, he gave them salary then why the hell they aren't fulfilling his target, his given work.

Marcus started, leaning in with a confident grin, “What’s your name, beautiful?” The woman smiled, but there was no hint of interest. “Ridley,” she said, her voice soft but direct. “Ridley ?” Marcus repeated, enticed. “Yeah,” There was a playful glint in her eyes. “Where are you from?” “I’m from Georgia.” Marcus blinked. “Oh you a girl” “No,” she replied, with a slight chuckle, “Georgia, the country.” “Ah,” he nodded “I see” “I’m actually Russian. Full name is Ridley Kentawski”.