The Luster of Stars in Moscow
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The door rattled open, two hotel attendants entered Valentin's room and were stunned.
First because the scenery in the entire room was like being crushed by a storm.
Second because the occupants of the room that is famous for the most haphazard is holding a knife.
No wonder the two officers paled in fear.
Valentin sat hugging his knees at the window, like a frustrated person who was intent on suicide.
His denim shirt was wide on the chest, and slumped on his left hand. Blood dripped from the scar on the base of his arm.
"Master!" The hotel staff shouted worriedly.
The man flinched and turned his head with the sadistic expression of a bastard. "What the fuck!" he was disturbed. "Don't go in!"
"I'm sorry" the two officers regretted with frightened faces.
"You're hurt" said the front office. "Your hands should be treated immediately."
Valentin glanced towards his left arm with a flat face. "I did it myself so I wouldn't fall asleep."
The two hotel staff exchanged looks.
Strange way to resist sleepiness!
Or the most extreme?
This guy is really terrible, thought the two almost simultaneously.
"Just calm down" said Valentin without the slightest burden. "The injury is not deep. Not until about the veins. Soon his blood stopped. It's already! Out there!"
The two officers retreated. But could not take his eyes off Valentin.
"Say out!" hardik Valentin is impatient.
The two officers simultaneously left the room.
"Damn!" Valentin. "My energy is wasted," he said impatiently.
The man crept down from the window, then staggered into the middle of the room.
As he passed through the mirror, the image of himself inside the mirror caught his attention.
The shadow within the sneeze looked at him with a completely different facial expression to his.
"Rafael!" Valentin realized, then approached the mirror and glared at his reflection that was not in accordance with the movements of his body. While his body was bent, the shadow within the fir remained firm and motionless.
Valentin grinned with scorn.
The shadow in the mirror did not smile.
"You want to switch places?" Valentin scoffed. "You're challenging me? You want to fight me?"
The shadow in the mirror remained unmoved. Staring at Valentin with a cold face.
"If you insist on doing it, fine!" Valentin again grinned. "But just so you know, there's nothing for you. I'll take all yours by force. Cheri, and also your drama…"
The shadow in the fir blinked with a huffed face. Although still flat.
"I'll get all that belongs to Rafael Moscovich! Unmitigated, I'll take it all away until your existence is meaningless!"
The shadow in the mirror gasped and staggered backwards.
Valentin threw his fist at the mirror surface and smashed the mirror to pieces. "I'll enjoy it," his his hiss weakened. Then it suddenly collapsed and fell face down on the floor.
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"It has been three days, Vladimir continues to accompany Leah as a reserve player. While the main character is not even discussed at all. Stretching keeps up the work!"
The whispers were heard from the corner of the training room in the Tsar Dramy building.
"Once he had time to spare, Vladimir only told him once. The rest, she's acting like a show doll."
"You know Vladimir's call for the boy? Marionette Rafael!"
Sounded giggling.
"Vladimir has a problem with Rafael. He shouldn't have used the kid."
Suddenly the noise stopped.
Cheri approached the gossipers with wide steps.
"Sounds, huh?" they ask each other questions.
But Cheri's attitude made them look up.
The girl developed a smile at them with the expressions of the children. Then pointed at the railing behind the gossipers. "Can you use that crossbar?"
The gossipers split up and away from her, away from the railing, away from the girl with a cynical look and a nyinyir expression.
"Freaky boy," they grumbled.
Cheri was used to that kind of situation. So, he doesn't care. Soon he will return to the MoscovArt Theatre.
Being ignored is okay too, he thought.
This situation actually benefited Cheri. He can analyze Leah's technique.
Tempo…
Eyes, and body…
Cheri suddenly gasped in amazement.
He's a real whiz! Cherry acknowledged.
Then suddenly Leah groaned. "Cumprrrgh!"
"What's wrong?" Vladimir approached Leah.
"My legs are cramping.." Leah grimaced as she slumped on the floor holding onto her legs. "I'm sorry, I'm warming up less than that."
"Well! It's hard," Vladimir grumbled. "You take a rest for a while" he said.
Cheri rushes to the center, approaches Vladimir and proposes to replace Leah.
The entire room simultaneously turned to the girl with a denouncing expression.
"Is he not ashamed to offer himself up?" comments of some people.
"Did he have no pride as the lead?" the other comment.
Cheri rushed past them and approached Vladimir.
"Huh," Vladimir let out a rude sigh. "You don't have to act" he said scornfully. "You better understand Joan's position. You'll get in trouble if the audience scoffs at you like that."
Cheri did not answer.
"Play it with your own acting!" Vladimir finally gave it a chance.
Cheri prepared in the middle of the room.
The other players chipped in with disgust.
"Joan stands right between the British and French troops!" Vladimir gave a message to all the players.
Those players were forced to obey him and join Cheri.
Joan was bobbing alone among the soldiers—just like I am now, thought Cheri.
No one believed that he had magical powers.
"The enemy army is getting more urgent!" shouted another player within the crowd.
"Retreat!" the other shouted provokingly.
Here's time…
Joan showed her miraculous power!
"MAJUUU!"
The whole room held its breath.
Cheri's voice sounded like thunderbolts in the height of summer.
Vladimir even gasped at the sound of the girl's voice. This was the first time the girl had shown a different technique. And that makes Vladimir a little sorry.
I should have known Rafael never misjudged anyone's talent, he thought. This kid has potential. But he didn't even know how to dig up that potential.
What makes it like this? Vladimir was curious.
"The sound turned out to be amazing" whispered someone outside the circle.
Demian smiled faintly at the comment.
"Don't be daunted!" Cheri rebuked the soldiers while looking back.
The soldiers looked doubtful.
Cheri turned his body back and scrutinized the faces of other players with the intensity of a provoking gaze. "In a pinched state we must strive diligently and not give in to fate!"
The soldiers were stunned as an arrow shot towards Joan.
Cheri froze with his eyes and mouth rounded, then circled his eyes with quivering eyelids.
The other players who saw her could suddenly feel what the girl was conveying through her facial expression.
Shaken as a foreign body pierced through his body!
His heart seems to explode.
Blood flows upside down.
The girl's face simultaneously flushed red, then paled.
The light of his eyes dimmed.
The entire room involuntarily held its breath.
Even Vladimir.
Leah did not blink staring at Cheri's acting.
Demian smiled silently. His facial expression implied a veiled confession. From the beginning he knew the girl was full of surprises.
And this seems like nothing!
