The Luster of Stars in Moscow
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"Where are we going?" Cheri asked stammeredly.
Mikail responded with a thin smile as usual. "Someone is waiting for you" he said with a meaningful glance.
Somebody?
Rafael-do?
Ah, Cheri is amused. Suddenly feeling ridiculous. Why are there only Rafael and Rafael in my brain?
Absolutely disgraceful!
But since the man's statement, his memory of Rafael has always managed to make him forget all the burdens that have plagued him. Memories of Rafael become a kind of mood booster that is second to none. Even when everyone was looking at him coldly, Cheri could suddenly smile just by imagining the handsome face of the man.
Now so is it.
All he could imagine was the tall figure of the man turning his head and glancing with his deathly gaze that could cripple a thousand women in one night.
But when Mikail parked her car in front of a Coffee Shop and led her in, the figure that had been waiting for her was completely out of expectations.
The person sat stiffly in front of the table, looking at her with a serious gaze that made Cheri spontaneously lose her sweet smile.
"Sesha—" Cheri stuttered and cleared his throat wrongly.
Sesha is a serious type of person who always displays the official face of an office employee who is difficult to talk to, let alone just to joke.
Mikail pulled out a bench for Cheri and let the girl sit down. If this one is clear the official attitude of a bodyguard.
Cheri sat down and grinned with his special childish look.
Mikail sat beside him with an equally official expression as Sesha. At first glance these two people look like two company leaders who are trying to discuss.
Really stiff, thought Cheri.
Sesha thrust the pamphlet scroll into Cheri's hand.
The girl opened it and was astonished by the joyous look of a little boy. "Wuaaaaahhhh," he exclaimed. "So too!"
Sesha and Mikail glanced at each other at a glance.
"Are you really going to show Joan?"
"Yes" replied Sesha straightforwardly. The same day as Tsar Dramy. We're really gonna face each other."
"Thank God," murmured Cheri filled with joy. "I thought the MoscovArt Theatre had given up. I was worried, you know!"
Silent.
Sesha froze with her mouth clenched.
Mikail glanced at him with a meaningful look.
Sesha sighed and looked at Cheri.
Cheri looked back at him with a questioning look.
Sesha looked hesitant and glanced at Mikail.
Cheri followed his direction.
Mikail blinked and opened her mouth, but could not find the words.
"Is everything okay?" Cheri asked the two.
Silent again.
Mikail finally cleared her throat and opened her voice. "Actually today I purposely brought you here to—"
"I don't really agree yet!" Sesha suddenly sighed up her body and stood up with her hands resting on the table. He leaned forward towards Cheri and looked at the girl.
Cheri stuttered in confusion.
"Rafael wants you to play Joan" Sesha said. "She sent Cheri back to the MoscovArt Theatre, because he went to the Tsar Dramy just for me."
"Rafael said so?" Cheri widened his eyes.
"Said he had a secret plan, and the other members had not been informed. In short, Joan, now it is not played by Cyzarine and we will continue training without Joan. Absolutely outrageous!" Sesha grumbling.
"really?" Cheri asked with a concerned expression, but the look in his eyes could not cover the overflowing happiness of his heart. His heart was pounding at the news, like hearing someone say, "Rafael leave a greeting!"
"Rafael gave absolutely no excuse, just over the phone anyway!" Sesha still seemed to object to the decision.
Rafael will continue his plan, Cheri thought happily. Still busy with the affairs of his heart, whereas Sesha openly shows dislike.
I can actually go back to the MoscovArt Theatre! Heart cheered.
"Rafael.." sizzle Cheri. "Mikail, Sesha, Demian, Cyzarine, they're all now dispersed" she said emotionally. "It's a good step if we can all play together again."
Sesha and Mikail simultaneously fell silent and exchanged glances. The gazes of the two softened as their hearts melted.
Sesha let out a short sigh and turned around. "I go first" he said, pleading with himself.
Cheri was flabbergasted and pulled his body up.
Sesha turned her head towards the girl, and for the first time since they met today, the serious girl smiled. "You can do it, for sure" he said encouraging Cheri. "After some thought, perhaps Rafael's intention was. This plunder of the main character was a retaliation for the Beautiful And Ugly! Vladimir took Demian back then, now that Rafael has taken you."
"Yes," Cheri chimed in enthusiastically.
"See you later!" Sesha.
"Ah, finally!" Cheri sighed in relief while sitting back down.
Mikail glanced at him with her face flat.
"But, Mikail.." Cheri suddenly turned to the man. "What if Vladimir divulges Rafael's secret?"
Mikail gave a short sigh. "In fact, last night, for the first time Rafael finally called me" he said.
Cheri was back with a cramped face.
"He said, if Vladimir threatened to divulge Rafael's secret, let him do it. Just pull Cheri."
"Can't!" cheri protest. "That's a suicide plan!"
"I said so too" Mikail chimed in. "Makanya. help me, Cheri. With the influence of the Moscovich Corporation I will silence Vladimir's mouth with pressure. If Rafael's secret is exposed, Moscovich Corporation will suffer a loss."
"Backle Vladimir? Can it be done?"
"certainly could. The influence of Moscovich Corporation was enormous. But I'll still need your help later. If we make it, you go back to the MoscovArt Theatre at any time."
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Late night at Ibis Moscow Kievskaya…
Valentin turned on a high-volume television, plus a video player that played even higher-volume music.
Newspapers, books and magazines were strewn across the room floor, as he sat agitatedly flipping through the pages of magazines with no interest.
"Cumprrrgh!" erang irritated. The sleepiness again tormented him. "That's boring, '" his grunts impatiently. He tried to resist his drowsiness in various ways and results…
The uproar in his room brought many complaints to the reception room.
"It's been three people complaining that the room on the tenth floor is noisy," the receptionist groaned in frustration.
"Oh, room number 1034, huh? He's been so since two days ago. Even though he was given a warning. But he won't listen!" A front office chimed in on the receptionist's conversation.
"But it's midnight!" another receptionist protest.
"Let's go straight there!" The front office proposed.
Then one of the receptionist finally rushed to Valentin's room with the front office earlier.
They knocked on Valentin's door and called. "Master! Master!"
But the noise from the room seemed to drown the entire place. Like in a discotheque, they thought they were upset.
But Valentin doesn't care.
I have to endure my drowsiness, he determined. Otherwise, Rafael will appear and take over my body again. I won't let him use this body at will.
"How is this?" The hotel staff outside her room were getting frustrated.
"What can be done" said the front office. "We're in with the spare key."