The Luster of Stars in Moscow
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MoscovArt Theatre-classical performing arts theater.
Classical drama? Cheri frowned.
"Hey! Mikail is back!" Someone shouted from inside the room that read: Administration Room.
Instantly the room turned rowdy, the benches rubbed and the sounds of steps thumped on the floor surface.
Five people in the administration room looked at the door welcoming Mikail Volkov.
Cheri stopped his steps in the theater lobby.
But Mikail gestured for him to follow her into the administration room.
"You must be tired" greeted a yellow-haired girl. "Do you want me to make you a fresh drink?"
"No, thank you. Where is Rafael?" Mikail doesn't want to make small talk.
"It was busy in the training room" replied a burly man about the age of Mikail Volkov. The man was looking from another door in the room while carrying a cup of hot drink. His attention was on Cheri. "Is she the marionette girl Rafael wants to whine?"
Whine? Cheri.
All eyes in the room were now staring at Cheri.
Mikail laughed lightly. "Based on the actor," he sprayed at the burly man earlier with a scornful attitude. "Include, friends.." Mikail placed one of her hands on Cheri's shoulder. "Cheri Dutchskova!"
"Hi, Cherie!" Three girls in the room greeted at the same time.
Cheri smiled clumsyly as he looked around. "Hi, everyone!" nervous reply.
The burly man blinked one eye and smiled widely.
The other two men pointed their middle and index fingers while smiling kindly.
"Did Rafael seriously want to wear it?" A man behind the desk examined Cheri from head to toe. "She looks like she's still a kid?"
"Of course he's serious" replied the burly man in the doorway with a grin. "See who Rafael sent to St Petersburg to pick him up?"
Mikail Volkov is Rafael Moscovich's right-hand man, the only person Rafael trusts most for "special affairs".
But who exactly is Rafael Moscovich other than the son of the owner of the Moscovich Corporation?
Why is he busy in the rehearsal room in the classical drama building?
And…
"What does it mean to wear me?" Cheri asked Mikail after they left the administration room.
"Rafael is a screenwriter and director at this theater. You'll know later! But.well, he was already like a king in this place. So you have to be mentally prepared."
"Marile!" A man of Cheri's age interrupted their conversation from the end of the corridor. He ran towards them and handed a stack of letters to Mikail. "There were eight letters that came while you were gone" he said.
Mikail waved the letter after receiving it as a gesture, "You can go!" Then continued his steps towards the stairs while holding Cheri without speaking.
The man looked at Cheri with eyes sparkling with admiration.
Cheri glanced at him cursoryly and bowed as he passed by.
"It's a rehearsal room" Mikail told after they went down the stairs and stopped at the door of the room that read: Studio 1.
As soon as the door opened, Cheri was again stunned and amazed.
The room looks like a classic Russian Tsarist palace.
Over twenty people crowded in the middle of the room, forming a circle.
Cheri looked around observing the details in every corner of the room and was aghast as the screams of a man boomed from the middle of the room.
"WRONG! Repeat again and do it right!"
Cheri gulped and turned to the middle of the room.
A girl stood clumsy in the middle of a circle of people bowed and several men stood behind her and left-right without speaking.
At first glance Cheri could see a long hair as straight as a ruler whipped on the side of his shoulder under a black hat beanie. The headphone device is tightly attached to both ears.
A shadow of the man she met at the town hall flashed across Cheri's head. Why do I always think about that guy? He groaned in his heart.
"You met your father who you once hated. The father who used to waste his life for you! You must have felt guilty and wanted to embrace her after realizing her sincerity." The man at the table shouted back.
"He's angry, huh?" Cheri asked Mikail with a horrified expression.
Mikail looked over, then smiled. "Ah, that's normal. He's not angry. It's just that Rafael is a firm man. If it's wrong he said wrong."
"Do it more reasonably!" Shouted the man wearing the headphones.
So he's Rafael? Cheri watched his back among the people standing.
"Dad!" The girl in the middle of the crowd jumped towards the man beside her and hugged him half in tears.
A moment later, Rafael ambushes the girl - splashing her with a glass of water.
Cheri gave a small shriek while smothering his mouth with a palm. What is ordinary? erang in the heart.
Rafael snatched the headphones from his ear and dumped them at the table, then lunged into the crowd and approached the girl who was acting sad earlier.
Well—now the girl is really sad for real.
Now Cheri can see Rafael's overall posture. He was about one hundred and eighty inches tall, his hair was as long as his back…
It's not wrong, ' Cheri thought. He was indeed the man in the town hall.
"Are conscious now?" Rafael asked sharply. She took the tiny face of the actress with both hands and raised her. "The once faithful father listens to your annoying whining, obey all your selfishness…"
Why is it that every time I think of that guy in town hall, the memory of my dad pops up? Cheri batin teryl.
"One day, because you don't want to understand, your father was forced to speed to buy the toys you wanted." Rafael shouted near the actress's face. "But in the middle of the road he hit someone to death. Since then, her life has changed. Your father was fired from his job. People ostracized him and he was forced to leave his family and hide away. Life is like death!"
Cheri swallowed. His eyelids were shaking and meeting red. Sadness suddenly ambushed him.
"If from the first you always act cold and do not care about him, but at this moment you feel only longing. And you hope to see him again. That's when you saw your father. Well, with what kind of expression do you call her?" Rafael shook the actress' face.
Cheri lost his focus and sank into grief until he didn't notice the surroundings.
Dad, I'm guilty of you. I'm selfish and don't understand the situation. If only we could meet again…
"Dad!" The actress tried again. He smiled half-weddenly and hugged Rafael.
"Wait!" Rafael growled low with a cold face. "What's going on? You just thought of me as a man. I don't need this!" The hardship pushed the actress away. "You forgot your role. You didn't get this role."
The actress simultaneously turned around and fled leaving the crowd circle while sobbing.
Cheri's cry exploded without realizing it.
The entire room froze and exchanged looks.
"Who is that?" Rafael growled as he twisted his body. "Who is crying?"
Several people who noticed Cheri's whereabouts simultaneously pushed him into the middle of the circle. "Quick there," urged a girl. "Rafael calls you."
"A---a—aku...no! I don't want to!" Cheri stammered in confusion once he realized he was already the center of attention.
"Rafael calls you. You have to go ahead!" Urge people around him.
And before Cheri realized what they were doing, his body was already thrown into the crowd and landed near Rafael's feet.
Rafael gasped as the girl looked up at his face.
Her…
The gardenia flower!
It turned out to be true, Cheri thought almost unconvinced. Rafael is indeed the man in the town hall.