The Luster of Stars in Moscow
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"Rafael! You why?" Cheri shakes Rafael's shoulder.
The man did not react.
"Rafael!" Cheri raised his voice, and shook the man even harder.
Rafael finally moved, raising his face slightly, as if the weight on his head was too heavy. "He's coming" he whispered.
Cheri gulped and gasped. Who's coming?
"Guild yourself, Cheri!" Rafael rubbed Cheri's head and slumped in the girl's arms.
"Rafael!" Cheri pushed Rafael's shoulder, but the man's body suddenly felt heavy.
Rafael has completely lost consciousness.
And Cheri began to understand what it meant.
This…
These were signs they were about to switch places, he thought in fear. Cheri's body spontaneously trembled and his eyes began to glaze over.
No, he said in his heart. There is no time to cry. Please, don't cry!
Cheri tried to strengthen himself.
When Rafael opened his eyes…
He has become…
Valentin!
Then the man raised his face.
Cheri flinched and inched back away from the man.
The man grinned. Then chuckle.
Cheri gulped and tightened his jaw. "What's so funny?" hardiknya not happy.
"Why is your face so…"
"What is that?" Cheri glared impatiently.
"It's tempting" the man replied as he approached.
Cheri back inching. "Do you want what?"
"I will continue the story" said the man, continuing to approach until Cheri was finally cornered to the wall. "You're still curious, right?"
Cheri is now trapped, the man confines him.
"In short, the old man said this. The one who died in the fire was the real Rafael Moscovich, and you're a fraud!"
Cheri gulped with difficulty and shook his head.
The man pressed his body against the wall. "Say, you're Valentin pretending to be Rafael. You are the same because you are twins. You just thought you were Rafael. The survivor of the fire was Valentin not Rafael!"
Cheri wriggled in the man's embrace, trying to break away.
"Do you understand what that means?" Valentin grinned. "I am the rightful owner of this body!"
"Lied!" sergeant Cheri. "I don't believe you!"
The man suddenly let go. His attitude changed quickly. His gaze turned cold and the look on his face turned flat. "Rafael is dead" he said expressionlessly.
Cheri.
The man looked at her with his face flat.
He lied, Cheri said inwardly, trying to convince himself. But the one word that goes back and forth in his head is, really? Did ya?
Rafael is dead?
Nah! Cheri batin gusar.
"You don't believe me, do you?" terka Valentine's. His face still remained flat. His cold gaze did not shift from the girl.
Cheri gulped with difficulty and shook his head. "You lied!" his hissing.
"Lying, huh?" Valentin folded his hands in front of his chest and smiled. "The evidence is he's pulling off," he said confidently. "I won!"
"Omong empty," Cheri sizzled weakly, his two shoulders began to tremble. His eyes began to glaze over. "I don't believe you. You just want to bother me."
Valentin looked at him in silence.
The silent attitude of the other personality made Cheri's beliefs began to waver. Is it really what he said?
It's a lie, isn't it?
Rafael…
Cheri's heart felt sliced. However hard he tried to deny the statement, the fact that one of them was killed was obvious. They both live in the same body. A body he admired. Whoever he is, Cheri shouldn't mind.
But the man he met at Olympus Palace city hall in St Petersburg was Rafael.
It was Rafael who had discovered his talent.
Rafael took him to Moscow.
Rafael introduced himself to the theatre.
It was Rafael who had enchanted him.
This man is very different from Rafael. Cheri doesn't know him. And he hoped this man would die.
Yeah, why should the Rafael she expected to be alive?
What's wrong with Valentin to Cheri?
Valentin also loves Cheri, better than Rafael who he has to pursue. Valentin is not as expensive as Rafael.
What if Rafael is dead?
It is not that it makes no difference when Rafael touches him or Valentin touches him, his hands remain the same. When the man kissed her, her lips remained the same.
They were indeed twins when one of them had not been killed. Now they are twins in one body.
Ah, if the author is Cheri. Author is okay, as long as he's still a gondrong guy!
But that's how love is…
It is full of illogical secrets.
Many people say that love is blind.
Like that's…
Cheri does not see Rafael from appearances alone, but is captivated by his talent. After all Rafael is not as presumptuous as Valentin.
But if Valentin can be softer, just a little bit, maybe Cheri can't tell the difference.
That's what Valentin thought. So he's trying to be a little bit calmer like Rafael.
And he succeeded.
Cheri barely shuffled as the man approached and extended his hand, slowly pulling the girl into his arms.
Cheri burst into tears, slipping his face across the man's chest.
But Valentin is still Valentin!
He cannot be confused with Rafael. His perverted brain immediately relapsed, "Your promise at that time," he said could not help himself. "Still in effect, you know!"
Cheri flinched and rebelled.
"You promised to be mine!" The man grinned, then snatched away the long coat Rafael wore on the girl, and snatched away also the collar of Cheri's shirt, forcibly stripping her clothes off.
Cheri tried to fight back and avoid it. But the strength of that man was no match for him.
In just seconds, the man had already managed to corner Cheri and dropped the girl on the podium floor. He didn't even care that the place was believed to be the House of God.
"Let go!" peeked Cheri while jerking his hand from the man's grip.
The man responded with an annoying grin.
"Rafael—"
"I'm Valentin!" the man's cold.
"Rafael... Come back!" Cheri pushed Valentin's chest as the man's hands began to crawl his most sensitive parts.
"Rafael can't come back" Valentin said. "Here you go, just give up."
"Release—" Cheri choked.
The man now overstretched him, preparing to immerse his mouth in the girl's neck.
But suddenly lightning boomed outside the church.
Perhaps a rebuke from God!
Valentin froze, staring at the cross over his head, stretched solidly across the wall of the room.
Cheri took advantage of the opportunity to push Valentin and let go.
Valentin jumped in to ambush him again.
Cheri snatched the trunk of the menorah in the corner of the room, lifted it up on the side of his head, trying to threaten Valentin.
The man chuckled. "You want to hit me with that thing?" taunted.
"Don't come any closer" snapped Cheri.
"Try hitting!" Valentin. "I want to see how you hit your own lover. Don't forget that in my body there is also Rafael. You love her, don't you?"
Cheri tightened his jaw and raised the lampstand in his hand higher.
Valentin is approaching. "This body is more important than yourself. Am I right?"
Cheri blinked and shuffled.
"Come, hit!" Valentin.
Luckily someone showed up and rebuked them. "What the fuck?" Apparently a priest. "What are you doing in the house of God?"
Cherry had no time to listen to the sermon. He took advantage of the opportunity to escape and scatter out of the church.
Valentin was flabbergasted and frozen.
While the pastor started babbling on Valentin.
Valentin watched Cheri's running back. Too bad, he thought. Not touching the pastor.
Ah, but never mind!
After all this body is already mine, he thought satisfied. Cheri was already in my grasp.
I still have plenty of time to get it—anytime I like.