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𝟺:𝟶𝟶 pm,
Yekaterinburg,
"Yekaterinburg, the gem of the Ural Mountains, is a city that will capture your heart with its unassuming beauty and warm hospitality. Nestled in the foothills of the Urals, this former industrial city has transformed into a vibrant cultural hub, where traditional Russian charm blends seamlessly with modern sophistication.
As you wander through the city's historic center, you'll discover a treasure trove of architectural gems, from the stunning Church on the Blood, built on the site where the Romanov family met their tragic fate, to the elegant 19th-century mansions that line the streets.
But Yekaterinburg's true beauty lies in its people. The locals, known for their warm hospitality and open hearts, will make you feel like part of the family. From the moment you arrive, you'll be enveloped in a sense of community and belonging, as if you've finally found a long-lost home.
In the surrounding villages, the charm of rural Russia comes alive. Picturesque wooden houses, adorned with intricate carvings and brightly colored shutters, seem to lean in, as if sharing a secret. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers, and the sound of laughter and music carries on the breeze.”
" Noah, my little charm... Dont make me feel i am bad... Please my charm. ", A helpless father, John knight melancholy utters holding his daughter hands into his warm palms.
Noah, indeed charm and apple of her father's eyes. Her eyes gleams with apprehension and anguish, " He... He is bad.. Father.. He will hurt me... "
Her words were filled with intense timidity, her doe eyes were pricked with anguis tears, her lips quivers and she snatched her hands away from her father's warmth.
John Knight's chest tightens at his daughter's anguish behaviour, " Noah... My charm... Clothes and jewelry will be sent in your room... Make sure you are done by evening or else... Mr Perseus will hurt you... Noah.. "
Noah's tears rolls down looking at her father's stoic face, his frost words made her realise that her father doesn't care about her fear, pain and words.
Noah takes a sharp breather, she softly oscillates her head, she turn away and tear up the staircase.
" I will run away! I won't stay here! Father is cruel mr perseus is cruel!! All are bad! ", she chanted to herself, her feets halts in front of wooden door, her throats dries as her surrounding filled with warmth and her feminine scent, she threw herself on her bed digging her face into the soft cushion.
Her apprehensive sobs, anguish hiccups and delicate vocals echoes in the room.
" I-Isaid...fath-father i..wan..want to...go...sch...school...he said... No... The.... They wi.. Will hu.. Hurt you- he.. Do.. Doesn't love.. Me.. "(I said father i want to go school. He said no they will hurt you... He doesn't love me)
Noah narrates, her vocals were messed and speech uncleared, she struggles to fill her lungs with breathes. Noah's drowsy eye finally kissed her cheeks.
Noah's mother Isabeth knight, she left Noah alone, when noah turn six, enemy of her father, Romano white, he was solely reason of isabeth's dead.
Romano white's men raped Isabeth brutally until her backbone was broken and she puke blood, dreadful events had left scars in Noah's mind, she has seen the brutal scene taking place.
Isabeth's was breathe of John knight, she was spark- her death has left void in his life, carrying his tore heart and heavy shoulders he cherished his daughter, Noah. He besotted her- loved her.
Noah's feet never tasted the mud out of her golden cage- mansion where she stays. Noah's eyes never witnessed the world beyond those four walls of her room.
Solely reason was John knight and his fear, he lost his wife and feared he would lost his daughter too.
He devoted and loved his wife, even in her absence, the notions of filling his wife's space with another woman's presence make him nothing but traitor.
1 : 58 am,
Moscow, Russia.
"Moscow, the enigmatic capital of Russia, exudes a dangerous glamour that's as captivating as it is unsettling. Like a siren's call, the city's grandeur and opulence beckon, promising a world of luxury and excess.
As night falls, Moscow transforms into a dazzling spectacle of neon lights and pulsating energy. The city's streets, lined with designer boutiques and high-end restaurants, seem to hum with the whispers of secrets and scandals.
But beneath the city's glamorous façade, a darker reality lurks. Moscow's streets can be treacherous, with corruption and crime lurking in every shadow. The city's history, marked by revolution and repression, seems to seep from every stone, casting a haunting spell over all who visit.
And yet, it's this very danger that makes Moscow so alluring. Like a forbidden fruit, the city tempts and tantalizes, promising a taste of the forbidden and the unknown. For those who dare to venture into its depths, Moscow promises an adventure like no other - a journey into the very heart of danger and glamour."
“ Глава, ситуация полностью под нашим контролем. ”
(Master, Situation is under control.)
“ Он не откроет рот, понял. Мы разобрались с ним и убедились, что он будет трястись, прежде чем говорить о нас. ”
( he won't open his mouth, Don. We have handled him and made sure, he shivers before speaking about you.)
Ralph Lorraine, Trusted right hand of Don, informed maintaining the confidence in his vocals and remained silent. His eyes were down.
Ralph unknowingly flinches in his spot, hearing the ear piercing slides of wheels of chair.
“ A что ещё...? ”
( and what else...? )
Don, Zyran perseus vocalized in stoic tone, thickening the atmosphere.
Lethal, Fatal & menacing, his emerald green eyes holds.
Zyran's emerald green menacing eyes resembles the late Don Dante perseus.
Same hunger for power.
Same hunger for glory.
But different thirst.
“ speak up Ralph... ”, Zyran's low pitched tone were unmistakable, marked by rich russian accent.
Ralph's tongue tied in his throat, Zyran dominant the room unmistakably.
“ Don, everything is arranged for event! ”, Ralph managed to inform Zyran further.
“ Leave! ”, Zyran seethed and his tongue rolls the word in stoic tone. Zyran's emerald green orbs watches Ralph leaving the room.
Zyran's fingers unbutton the lower buttons of his coat as it were suffocating his muscles.
He hates the topic related to blue eyed woman.
Whenever he recalls those eyes, he becomes vulnerable.
Zyran's eyelashes kissed his cheeks, he tilts his head recalling those blue eyes trembling for mercy.
Zyran has became f*cking crazy, his emerald nowadays hold vulnerability instead of rage when something related is spoken by ralph.
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