The Luster of Stars in Moscow
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"Damn!" Vladimir did not stop cursing all night.
Empty bottles of alcoholic beverages were scattered on the table with a crystal glass and ice cube, as well as other bottles that were still partially filled, some of which had not been opened.
The atmosphere of the director's room in Tsar Dramy has been turned into a bar since a few hours ago. It could be said to be half a debauchery. But Vladimir was not happy.
His heart and head were burning.
"For him!" his disturbance among his consciousness began to sink. It was also incapable of obliterating his heartbreak. "It's all because of him, the double personality shit!"
"Talk about me, huh?"
The voice of someone behind him jerked Vladimir, drawing his consciousness that was taking off.
Vladimir froze in his seat on the couch across from his desk.
Someone knew already perched on the head of the sofa, sitting casually hugging next to his knees.
I don't know how long this guy has been there.
Vladimir wasn't sure.
He's not even sure that person actually exists.
"I can understand why you want to drink," the tall, waist-haired man behind him patted Vladimir's shoulder.
"Shut up!" vladimir Hardik. "It's all because of you!"
The man behind him - who was none other than Valentin - jumped to Vladimir's side. "I'm sorry" he said, grinning. "So I was too excited. But that's not how you handle women. Especially Cheri."
"Oh, shut up!" Vladimir groaned with disgust.
"I've heard the story," Valentin said, not caring. "With Cheri's escape, there's little chance of getting a sponsor for Joan's performance."
Vladimir clenched his teeth.
"It's annoying, isn't it?" valentin Syndicir. "Buffed by a spoiled rich boy, defeated by Rafael?"
Vladimir ran out of patience, grimly snatched away a glass of ice mixed with ice cubes, then poured it on Valentin's face.
Valentin just grinned as he raised one hand to protect his face. The ice cubes and drinks soaked his long coat shoulder and collar.
Vladimir snatched the collar of his shirt with a wrathful expression.
But Valentin responded with a grin. "I'll give you a chance to turn things around" he offered. "Join me, Vladimir. It's the only way to win."
"Omong empty!" Vladimir let go of his grip and poured another drink into his glass. Then gulp it in one throat without ice cubes. "You're just being a laughing stock" he said scornfully. "What can multiple personalities do? Joining you? Huh! Really ridiculous!"
Valentin's turn now grabbed Vladimir's collar, grabbed him firmly and pulled the man's face closer. "Listen," said he. Then he brought his mouth closer to Vladimir's ear and whispered something.
Vladimir swallowed. Next to his thick eyebrows raised high. "You're serious?" tanyanya wasn't sure. "Could possibly…"
Valentin released his grip and grinned.
Vladimir chuckles. "No," he said, shaking his head. "You can't!"
"Only I can!" Valentin.
Vladimir was silent. Trying to shake and think hard.
"If you help me.." Valentin lowered his head against the ice cube on his long coat shoulder. "The two of us." he raised his face again and looked into Vladimir's eyes. "You and I can beat Rafael."
Vladimir swallowed his saliva once more. "Where to start?" he asked a little. Not sure if this guy can be trusted.
"Yes, yeah!" Valentin smiled obliquely. Then sat with one hand rubbing his chin. "Firstly MoscovArt Theatre," he proposed later. "Then, we'll move forward a little bit. Lastly…"
Vladimir raised his eyebrows demanding an answer.
Cherie Dutchskova! inner Valentin. He had no intention of saying this one to Vladimir. Especially for this one just for himself.
Along with that…
Cheri flinched on his bed, waking up in a frenzy and pounding. The girl gasped and looked around the room. Sweat rolled on his temples.
The lights in his room were not completely dark, he did not like to sleep in complete darkness. The table lamp on the side of his bed was dimly lit.
Cheri glanced at the corner of the room, staring at the phone plane frozen in place like a broken object.
He had just had a nightmare, but he could not remember the contents of his dream.
What the hell's going on? thought agitated.
My chest is roaring great!
The rest of the night he spent flipping through his body with erratic raging thoughts. He can't sleep, can't think.
A few hours later he fell asleep without a dream, then woke up tired.
Mikail had prepared breakfast with a fit appearance as usual. The man never seemed to fall ill despite his barely regular sleep patterns.
What secret? Cherie wondered in her heart.
After breakfast, Mikail drove him to the MoscovArt Theatre.
The girl looked increasingly agitated when she arrived in front of the training room door.
He didn't come in right away. Just leaning over while crossing his hands behind his body. "I'm a little scared to face the faces of MoscovArt Theatre's friends" he muttered in disbelief. "They must still think I betrayed them for moving to Tsar Dramy. No goin' in, huh?"
Mikail smiled understandably, then encouraged the girl by patting her shoulder. "Come, Cheri! Your dream. It's already materialized."
"What should I say first? If... I go home! Sounds weird. How about. brothers MoscovArt Theatre all of you, Cheri Dutchskova is back…"
Mikail smiled amusedly. "If you want that, go ahead!" he said half-chuckled.
"What are you doing here?" The voice of someone surprised the two.
Cheri and Mikail turned back and found Sesha watching them while she was holding her arms.
Sesha slipped into their midst and opened the door. "Friends!" Sesha shouted out loudly while clapping her hands. "Listen a minute!"
The whole room looked at Sesha.
"Starting today," Sesha announced, "Cheri Dutchskova—"
"Hei—try this out!" The screams of another child from upstairs distracted everyone. "There's something really surprising!"
The whole room turned rowdy.
Cheri and Mikail exchanged a glance.
Sesha slid down the stairs, followed by all the other children.
Cheri and Mikail join them.
The screaming girl pointed to the glass screen. "See that!" said.
Everyone is groaning at once.
"What the hell? It's only seven—mom's event!" protest some people.
"That's it, Vladimir Vallensky!" the others grumbled. "I don't want to see!"
"Srsttt! Not danya! But the one next to him!" said the girl.
For a moment the mood changed. All eyes were fixed on the glass screen without daring to blink.
But the damn camera across there didn't shift immediately.
The whole room was getting impatient.
The next second, the camera beam finally shifted. Instantly the whole room came back rowdy.
"Rafael? Why is he with Vladimir?" the scream of someone caught Cheri's attention.
"Where look!" The girl rushed into the crowd.
Rafael's handsome face was plastered on the glass screen.
The air in Cheri's lungs rippled out.
Yeah, God!
That was him.