The Two Agreements [G!P]

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Stankovic saw the expressions on their face and chuckled. He stepped forward to introduce the handsome man in order to allay their fears. "Good afternoon. How are you? This is Vladimir Mikhailov, the friend I had mentioned about. He really wanted to meet you." Stankovic smiled as he introduced.

Vladimir Mikhailov came in front and bowed his head. Both Mina and Jackson sprung from their places and bowed their heads. This was the first time someone had greeted them in their traditional style.

Vladimir Mikhailov was a burly looking man with a height of six feet and three inches. He was towering above the rest of his men. He was ridiculously good looking. Not only did he look tough and strong, his confidence and masculinity was oozing out of his system. His intelligent eyes were gleaming on his face.

Mina gulped at this handsomest man she had ever seen in her life!

Vladimir Mikhailov came forward to shake hands with Jackson. He took it and shook it vigorously leaving Jackson gaping at him. Then he turned towards Mina and shook her hands softly.

"I am Vladimir Mikhailov. But please call me Vlad! I am so happy to meet someone from West Asia. I try my best to meet any Asian people who come to visit our country if I am not doing any work," he said and sat down on the chair beside him.

As soon as he sat down, the guesthouse owner left the room. Only Stankovic and his bodyguards were there. Mina and Jackson also sat down in their earlier places.

"I am here to tell you a story and also make a request. I hope you will not decline my request," said Vladimir.

"Sure," replied both in unison.

"Please don't laugh at this old man," he chortled. He could see the surprise on their faces. He was eager to tell them his story.

He narrated, "I was a soldier in Russia and fighting for the country when our unit was heavily shelled from the front. Most of my comrades died, only a few of us could make it back to our bunkers. We hid there for three days surviving on little rations. One of our comrades was heavily injured couldn't sustain the trauma of his injuries and died a painful death leaving just the four of us. I hurt my leg as a bullet had pierced through my calf muscle.

I had removed the bullet using a knife when we had hidden in the bunker, but the wound was getting infected. When we reached our camp, I was so overjoyed seeing my people I collapsed. I woke up two days later."

When I opened my eyes, I saw a petite girl with cute features, checking my temperature. She smiled when she saw that I had woken up and ran to call the doctor. The doctor came and asked how I was feeling. I was feeling better. The doctor explained that I had fainted and had woken after two days and this little girl here was looking after me all the while.

The doctor kept talking, but I looked at the girl intently. When the doctor left, I asked her name. She replied, 'Bae Hye-rin'.

A Chinese by birth, her father was Chinese and her mother was Korean. The eighteen-year-old Hye-rin had come to Russia as a red cross volunteer for the peacekeeping corps. Over the days I became friendly with Hye-rin but a day came when I had to be discharged from the hospital. They were sending me to a station an hour away from the hospital. I knew I wouldn't be able to meet Hye-rin as often as possible so I applied for a leave for one week, which was luckily granted. That one week I had the most wonderful time of my life. I spent every single waking hour with Hye-rin. She had also taken five days to leave from her work. Together we explored various places in Russia trying to stay safe at the same time. It was during one of those days we made love in a moment of passion.

Our vacation got over on a sweet note. I had to resume my duty and Hye-rin had to go back to the hospital. We were in touch with each other over letters and phone calls. A month later Hye-rin informed me she was pregnant. You cannot imagine my joy. I wanted to run to her, hold her in my arms and take her to the church.