Chapter 1
I'm NA and this is my first time writing a crime novel. If I have any spelling error, or any thing please accept my apologise. English isn't my native language.
And --- The story may contain violence and high stake crime that maynot be comfortable for some readers.
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Nizhny Novgorod, 1993.
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Flame roars in the night, destroying everything it finds. A House collapse inward.
In the middle of the devastation young MAXIM stood. He didn't flinch. All he could hear is that voice.
"Abi... Abi..." a child voice. "Abi!"
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Back to present
Maxim's eyes shot open. His breath came in a ragged gasps as sweat slicked his back.
"When did I fall asleep?" He muttered, wiping his damp forehead.
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He splashes cold water onto his face in the restroom sink. The voice is still there, Abi... Abi. It echoed in his mind like a curse.
"Brat," a familiar voice called from outside the door.
Maxim grabbed a towel, drying his face. "Get in, friend."
Alexander steeps inside. "You alright?" He asked. "You looked like hell."
Maxim shrugged, walking back to his chair.
"What day is it?"
"March 17, 1993," Alexander replied, leaning against the door frame. His voice lowered, "That dream again?"
Maxim nodded, his jaw tightened, "Yeah. Every time it's the same -- 'Abi.' Why not brat or some fuc*ing thing?!"
Alexander sighed, folding his arms, "Time will solve it."
Maxim let out a bitter laugh, "It's just adding new problems on the top of the old ones."
Before Alexander could respond, there was another knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Maxim asked.
"It's the time --- BARBAR," came the voice from the hallway.
Maxim smirked.
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SEDOVEY MANSION
The opulent mansion loomed like a fortress, its stone walls cold and unyielding. Armed guards patrolled the grounds, their breath fogging in the frosty air.
"The Lord is having fun tonight," one guard muttered, adjusting his rifle.
Another chuckled darkly. "He always does."
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Bedroom:
Inside, Baran Sedovey, an aging titan of corruption, lay sprawled across silk sheets beside a young woman. The remnants of their indulgence clung to the air-perfume, sweat, and champagne.
The woman stirred, but Baran remained still, his breathing slow and heavy.
Through the open window, a shadow slipped into the room - silent and lethal. Barbar moved with practiced grace, his gloved hands steady as he attached a silencer to his pistol.
"Oh, was he having fun?" Barbar murmured under his breath, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Baran's eyes fluttered open just as Barbar leveled the gun at him. "You'll sleep again, Baran Sedovey," Barbar said coldly.
Before Baran could speak, a single muffled shot rang out. Blood splattered across the sheets as the man's head snapped back, life extinguished in an instant.
The woman bolted upright, a scream caught in her throat.
Barbar tipped an imaginary hat. "Sorry, gorgeous."
"AHAHAHAHAHAH..."
With a final smirk, he slipped back through the window, vanishing into the night.
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Maxim walked through a dim alley, the air thick with the stench of garbage and damp stone. His footsteps echoed against the narrow walls.
A sudden screech of tires shattered the silence.
A sleek black van skidded to a halt in front of him, blocking his path. The doors flew open, and three men in dark suits stormed out, their faces hidden beneath masks.
"I'm Maxim Radomir," he thought grimly.
Maxim's muscles tensed.
The first punch landed square on his jaw, sending him stumbling backward. Pain exploded across his face, but he didn't go down without a fight. He swung at the nearest attacker, his fist connecting with a satisfying crack.
But the numbers were against him.
Rough hands grabbed his arms, pinning him against the cold brick wall. He thrashed violently, but it was no use.
"And They -- "
A sharp sting pierced his neck - the cold bite of a needle. His vision blurred, the world tilting dangerously.
"Bastards," he muttered, his voice slurred.
Darkness swallowed him whole as he collapsed onto the frozen ground.
"-- call me Barbar."
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Brat - brother (Russian)
Abi - brother (Turkish)