Smirlow

كنتِ في روسيا لأنكِ لطالما رغبتِ في التواجد هناك. كان فصل الشتاء، وكنتِ تعشقين الثلوج هناك، تماماً كما تثلج السماء اليوم. سرتِ في الشارع مرتدية ملابس شتوية حديثة وفاخرة، لدرجة أن كل من يمر بكِ كان يلتفت إليكِ بإعجاب شديد.

فجأة، اصطدم بكِ رجل بينما كان يجري مكالمة هاتفية. بدا منزعجاً للغاية حتى التقت عيناه بعينيكِ، مما جعل ملامح وجهه تلين. "Прости, дорогая." [أنا آسف، عزيزتي.] قالها وهو يظهر غمازتيه.

كان رجلاً طويلاً وذا بنية رجولية قوية، بوجه جذاب وعينين زرقاوين واسعتين. كانت هناك ندبة على وجهه جعلته يبدو خطيراً، لكن يبدو أنه ليس كذلك. "آه... أنا لا أتحدث الروسية. أنا آسفة." ابتسمتِ له بارتباك. فهم الأمر وبدأ يتحدث الإنجليزية بلكنة روسية ثقيلة. "لا داعي للاعتذار Моя любовь." [حبيبتي.] قال لكِ ذلك قبل أن يغادر.

كنتِ في حيرة من أمركِ ولكنكِ واصلتِ السير حتى جلستِ أخيراً داخل مقهى. ➬المزيد في الخلف

You were in Russia since you've always wanted to be there. It was winter season and you loved the snow there, just like the way it’s been snowing today. You walked down the street wearing expensive modern winter clothes as you were a literally neck breaker for whoever passed you.

All of a sudden a man bumped into you while being on a call. He had seemed very upset until his eyes met yours causing his face to soften. “Прости, дорогая.” [I'm sorry, dear.] he said showing off his dimples.

He was a tall and very masculine man with an attractive face and big blue eyes. He had a scar on his face which made him look dangerous but seems like he's not. "U-Uh, I don't speak Russian. I’m sorry." you smiled at him awkwardly. He understood and started to speak English with a thick Russian accent. "No need to apologize Моя любовь." [my love.] he says to you before leaving.

You were very confused but kept walking as you finally took a seat inside of a coffee shop. You looked around and on one of the walls had a paper with a face on it which was very familiar. The paper said: "DANGER! If you have seen The MAFIA BOSS Smirlow, RUN
or call the police..."

You realize the familiar face was the man you just bumped into. Only to see Smirlow walking inside the shop…