The Saints Of Saint Petersburg

Under the bizarre glow of the multicolored neon lights, young and immature faces of people were illuminated in the full-packed bar. With arms flinging aggressively around, they were singing and moving their bodies wildly as they grooved to the music.

A staff members was respectfully escorting a group of young guests inside. The visitors were well known here, the so–called "Saint Petersburg Princes" heirs to wealth and influence.

They are dangerous in the most silent way.

The manager remembered that these people had practically become regular customers after frequenting the bar for a year.

"Manager Lev," Seeing him, Nikolai offered his greeting first.

Lev face lit up and bowed slightly "Oh, Young Master Nikolai and Young Master Ivan why haven't I seen these distinguished guests in our bar in such a long time?"

Then he noticed the man standing behind them.

His body stiffened immediately.

"Young master Mikhail," Manager lev bowed deeply this time.

Mikhail nodded and walked passed them.

Nikolai looked around the bar unimpressed before turning to him "Find us a quiet private room and call a few girls over."

The manager nodded and lead them to a VVIP room upstairs.

Few minutes later the room was filled with cigarette smoke and expensive liquor.

Downstairs, Aunt Maria handed a tray to Yuri.

"Hey Yuri take this wine inside the VVIP room. Be careful both bottles are expensive more than your life.

Yuri blinked. "But—"

"No but," she cut him off sharply "Do you even know how much those bottles are worth? The two you're holding cost 1,058,000 USD."

Yuri eyes widened.

"1 million USD just for two bottles of wine?" his hand tightened around the bottle fear flashing through his eyes.

"Exactly, so be careful don't trip on your way up now go!"

Yuri nodded breathlessly and made his way toward the suite. When he pushed the heavy double doors open, a wall of smoke and the scent of luxury hit him. Several women were already scattered among the guests, laughing over the rim of crystal glasses.

Yuri put down the bottle gently on the glass table. He opened it and carefully poured the vintage wine into the crystal glasses.

One of the girls in the best condition paraded up to Mikhail. Before she could sit Mikhail abruptly raised his hand and refused to be accompanied before she could sit beside him.

"No, seat somewhere else."

His voice wasn't loud. But it's carried.

The girl froze, embarrassment flashing across her eyes.

Nikolai burst out laughing, wrapping his hand around the waist of the girl beside him. "Are you still angry about that?"

Mikhail ignored him and lit up another cigarette.

"I mean," Nikolai continued, leaning back lazily, "you two are just fuckbuddies right? so i don't see why you are so mad about it.

Ivan flicked the ash in his cigarette and spoke calmly "Angry about what?"

Nikolai smirked.

Mikhail exhaled the smoke slowly and his eyes darkened.

"Wait," he muttered. "what was his name again?"

Nikolai laughed harder pulling the girl onto his lap. "How come you don't remember the name of the slút you've been fûcking for years.

"You mean Felix Kozlov?" Ivan asked.