The Luster of Stars in Moscow
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"Cheri," Mikail whispered softly as she held onto both of Cheri's shoulders. "Valentin just scares you" he whispered in persuasion. "If I don't stop following you, if I don't tell you my past, you'll forever misunderstand me. But I don't expect you to be the same fate as my brother. I tried to catch Valentin for trying to protect you."
"I know," whispered Cheri. "But please…"
Mikail raised her eyebrows.
"Don't catch him!" Finally, Cheri made the request.
Mikail let out a short sigh and lowered her hand from the girl's shoulder.
Cheri gulped and stuttered. "Listen," he said hurriedly, trying to hold Mikail back as the man turned around. "I really admire you, Mikail. Since then and until now, nothing has changed."
Mikail doesn't care. He rushed towards the door and did not look again.
Cheri chased after her, "Rafael was planning the success of his play" she almost shouted. "He's sure he'll win. Just as sure as Vladimir and Valentin. Believe me!"
Mikail did not look. The door closed behind the man.
"Please give him a chance, Mikail!" Cheri shouted from behind the door.
Mikail stopped at the door. Clenching his eyes while frowning. Then he sighed and left.
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"Damn it!" Valentin cursed on his bed, crawling with his head. "Every morning is like this. What is the cause of this headache?"
The ringing of the phone made him growl and sigh forcefully sat down his body. He picked up the phone while groaning.
"Rafael," the voice across made Valentin exasperated.
Roughly and still groaning, he put the phone down without closing it, leaving it lying on the ground. Then she dropped herself back into bed.
"Hello!" The voice on the phone line is still heard. "It's Rafael, right?"
"Misconnect, chatty!" valentin in his bed.
"Ah, I know it's your voice!" The man in the phone line heard it. "It's me, Ibrahim of the MoscovArt Theatre."
Valentin frowned.
"Thank God" said Ibrahim. "I've been looking for you since. You're not going to tell me where you live now. I'm handling the fax you sent from the hotel last night."
A fax? Valentin raised his eyebrows, then got up and grabbed the phone and put it back in his ear. "What did you say? Fax?"
"Yes" replied Ibrahim without any suspicion. "On Joan's directing plan. Unfortunately the fax machine of MoscovArt Theatre was somewhat damaged, so the writing was difficult to read. Can you send it one more time?"
Valentin tightened his jaw and closed the call unilaterally.
Fax, he thought. Phone bills, headaches every morning…
Apparently you!
While I was sleeping and unconscious, Rafael came to the surface!
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"Stand!" Vladimir gave instructions.
Cheri prepared in the middle of the room, a toy sword made of aluminum foil-coated plastic, drawn in his hand. The other players lined up behind him with the same toy sword.
"Forward!" Cheri's screams blared filled the room.
"The arrow flew towards Joan," Vladimir instructed again.
"Joan!" A player beside him shouted.
Cheri frowned holding onto his shoulder, "Damn it," he groaned as he staggered. "Don't mind me" said Cheri gasping. "Keep moving! Don't back off…"
Vladimir suddenly chuckled and broke out.
Cheri looked up and looked at the man.
Vladimir got up from his stool, then walked up to Cheri. He stopped one step ahead of Cheri and crossed paths. "Someone, anybody, try to immerse the act!" vladimir's orders to all members.
Then one of the boys who was not playing imitated Cheri's acting with a look of ridicule.
"Oh, shit! Ow hell! Onward! Don't back off!"
The whole room was laughing.
Then the girls began to follow along to imitate the acting of Cheri with silly movements.
Everyone is broken now.
"This is an important scene as Joan ushers the French army to victory" Vladimir said. "Until that time, Joan was adrift among the soldiers. They thought of Joan as just a little girl. But in her spirit, Joan urged those wild soldiers."
The entire room listened to Vladimir's explanation while looking at Cheri. I was trying to guess what the girl was thinking.
Cheri felt intimidated by their gazes, unable to think clearly.
"Joan's event of plucking an arrow from his own body was a real historic event!" Vladimir added.
"So, how should I do?" Cheri asked frankly.
Vladimir did not pester him, only taking a quick glance at the girl and turning to Leah. "Next, Leah!"
"Well," said Leah helplessly.
Leah again? cheri thought he felt unregarded.
Leah prepared in her position, drawing out a sword while holding her breath.
He stopped his breathing? Cheri gasped in admiration.
"Forward!" The dialogue of Leah rattled everyone.
Cheri was amazed. His voice was very loud, a sound that came from vibrations at the bottom of the stomach. The trained voice was reasonable and made all the spectators feel shuddered.
Leah stopped her breathing once more.
Cheri watched her with a sting of envy.
As the arrow shot towards Joan, Leah showed Joan once again. He clenched his eyes with the intensity of his breath that made everyone who saw him grimace and hold their breath with him.
Leah controlled everyone's breathing, Cheri thought in amazement.
Even as Leah exhaled slowly, everyone exhaled at the same time.
It's great!
Really great!
"Leah!" Vladimir called Leah. "Try that for a minute."
Everyone glanced at Cheri with scornful expressions.
"Well," said Vladimir. "In the middle of the show, the main character cast will be replaced."
The whole room muttered.
Cheri stuttered between dissatisfaction and feeling challenged.
"OK, next!" Vladimir patted both his hands. "Soldiers in!"
"Wait!" Cheri. "May I play it again?"
The whole room was pouting.
"Sure, Cheri!" Vladimir allowed.
"As good as Cheri Dutchkova's technique is, in the middle of the show, she will still be replaced by Leah." someone mumbled cynically.
Cheri tried to ignore the comment even though his heart was starting to worry.
Am I going to lose?
After the training, Cheri is surprised by Mikail's appearance in front of the building.
The man waited for her on the porch, putting on a flat face as usual, but the glint in his eyes was filled with the same warmth as when Cheri first knew her.
Cheri smiled doubtfully and was a little clumsy, as if it was their first meeting.
Mikail stretched out her hand to the girl and smiled faintly, hinting at the friendly offer and invitation she immediately greeted with pleasure.
In short…
They're making up!
And when Mikail's car rolled off downtown, Cheri felt like he was back in time when he was first brought to Moscow, when they did it every day.
It can be said, Mikail almost never holiday—-talking to-pick up the girl.
I don't know why today everything feels different.
And Cheri felt it was a good sign. Many times he glanced at Mikail with the happy gaze of a little child.
Mikail could feel it. And he just smiled knot. Then turn the car in a different direction than usual.
Cheri spontaneously stuttered with his eyes and mouth rounded.
That's not the way to his apartment!