The Luster of Stars in Moscow
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Ten days after his father's death…
"Cheri, there's a guest looking for you" her mother said as she arrived at the door of her family's apartment after school.
Cheri looked at his mother with his eyebrows linked.
Her mother thrusts a gardenia wreath that spontaneously reminds her of her father and the foreign man she met at the town hall.
"She brought this flower for you" said her mother again. "Say he wants to talk to you."
Instantly, Cheri's mind was immediately fixed on the foreign man who had delivered the wreath representing his father. It must be him, he thought flowery.
Once inside, his imagination instantly evaporated.
A bald, round-bodied man, older than his father, smiled and greeted him. "Hi, are you Cheri?"
Beside him, a copper-colored lily-haired young man looked at Cheri with a flat expression.
"Yes" replied Cheri, forcing a smile. "I'm Cheri Dutchkova."
Of course not him, his mind was disappointed. Not know either!
"Look, Cheri.." The bald-headed snail opened the conversation after Cheri sat on the sofa across the table. "After we saw that your father's death was caused by overwork, we thought of it as an accident on the job" he said straightforwardly and regularly. "Then Moscovich Corporation, the parent company of the department store, where your father worked, decided to give compensation to the Dutchkovich family."
Cheri tried to listen to the man's conversation, while half his mind was still floating around imagining the face of the long-haired man he met at the town hall.
"Moscovich Corporation also provides scholarships for the arts. So, specifically for you the Moscovich Corporation intends to enroll you in a ballet school in Moscow."
Cheri stuck with both eyes wide.
"We apologize for our indecision to have investigated the information about you" the old man continued.
Cheri was still frozen with his mouth clenched, while his eyes were still wide open.
"We have also provided shelter, and one more thing," the man took a handkerchief out of his coat pocket and wiped the sweat off his face. "We've had talks with the SMU in Moscow so you can go straight into the third semester."
Simultaneously, his mother appeared in the doorway carrying a tray filled with drinks for their guests. "Well! Great, Cheri. Your ideals can finally materialize!"
Suddenly, Cheri bowed. "I can't take it" he said grimly.
His mother and their two guests looked at Cheri in surprise.
"Dad died because of me" murmured Cheri parau. His shoulders began to tremble as a result of holding back the crying that was about to explode. "For my selfishness." Cheri started sobbing, then got up and ran out of the room to escape his crying from everyone's sight.
I couldn't escape the sadness, he realized.
How can I go to Moscow?
Dad died because of me!
Father will definitely not forgive me, his mind bitter. Then it stopped at the end of the corridor on the side terrace with a gasp of breath and gasp.
His cry had already exploded since he escaped from the living room. But his tears only spilled after he reached the end of the corridor and buried his face between the folds of his hands resting on the railing. Crying to the fullest.
"Even if you say that you really want to go to Moscow, don't you, Cheri?"
"Well!" Cheri screeched and was aghast. Then she jerked her face back.
The young man who was sitting next to the old man, knew that he was standing behind him. "Well, the view is amazing!" The man approached towards the railing on Cheri's side.
"You're following me, aren't you?" Cheri growled unhappily. Then wipe the tears off her cheek.
The copper-haired blonde man smiled. His face was a little similar to the man he met at the town hall. Same as the stuffed noodle. But this man's face looked much softer and white shone like a woman's face. Her eyelashes are thick and thick as the result of an extension. Her thin lips were red like polished lipstick.
If he did not pay attention to his posture, people would definitely think he was female.
"My name is Mikail Volkov" the beautiful man introduced himself.
His voice sounded soft as well as firm, but it was certain that he shouted would sound thunderous.
He looks like a real man, Cheri thought a little silly.
"You came here to persuade me, huh?" Cheri looked suspiciously.
Cheri gave a surprised. "You're investigating my information to that extent?"
The man smiled faintly, but did not take his eyes off the scenery across the grounds. "Moscovich Corporation records all employee family information for welfare benefits" he said flatly.
Cheri.
"Do you believe in zodiac predictions?" Mikail asked while looking.
"Yes.." Cheri replied doubtfully—not sure where the man's conversation is going.
"According to numerology theory, people born on the seventh day will become big, sparkling stars" the man explains. "But there's always a big price to pay."
Cheri frowned.
"It takes one's sacrifice for every level of fame."
Cheri blinked and looked at the man.
The man did not blink.
He wasn't kidding, Cheri concluded.
"If the one who is sacrificed is the center of your world, then you will be the center of the world!"
Cheri smothered his mouth with a palm.
The man remained unmoved with a serious look on his face. Still staring into his eyes without blinking. No doubt, no anxiety vibration.
"Your mother said you asked for a gardenia wreath in response to whether you could go to Moscow."
"But because of my wish." Cheri interrupted.
"Your father left the gardenia flower as his last message" the man chimed in. "The gardenia flower that says, go to Moscow!"
Cherry is at a loss for her words now. The man did not give her the chance to give up.
"Do you know what the gardenia flower symbol means?"
Cheri remained unmoved.
"Beautiful, strong and perfect!" The man answered it to Cheri.
Cheri bowed avoiding the man's gaze.
The man stepped closer to her. "The day you danced marionette on the day your father died…"
Cheri swallowed.
"There's someone who's impressed by your talent. His name is Rafael Moscovich." The man told me. "He is the son of the owner of the Moscovich Corporation. He is the one who seeks information about you because he hopes to do something to help you. Thanks to his intervention in the Moscovich clan, your student fees and duties can be lowered so easily. I came to you at his request. I came to you as both a protector and an indisputable destiny."
Cheri squealed as the man's hand suddenly gripped both of his shoulders. Soft, but surprising. Like the inevitable hypnotic method.
"Cheri.. come to Moscow!" The man pointed.
Cheri stuttered with eyes and mouth rounded.
Two hours later…
Cheri was on board an Aeroflot plane and landed at Domodedovo International Airport three hours later.
"That's your ballet school" Mikail Volkov told me as they passed through the Royal Academy building.
"Gee!" Cheri exclaimed happily as if nothing had happened a few hours ago. "We'll take a look around for a second, yuk!"
"Can't," Mikail. "Now we are on a new year holiday. Rafael is waiting for you anyway," he explained.
At that time they were in a taxi to the residence of Rafael Moscovich.
Cheri bergeming. My angel of help, he said in his heart.