Mister Brightside | A Vladimir Putin Fanfic

chap 8

We calmly walked together through the carpets as he inspects each of my country's hundred armed forces. Despite the tropical weather, He came to assess my men one by one. Fortunately, We finished by atleast 10 minutes.

Alas, This is not a romantic walk in the park to love each other.

We hurried our way towards the great silver doors of my Palace. The doors were opened swiftly and we entered. Hundreds of men are cheering for his arrival. My country loved him too well, I don't think they obsess over me as much as they do towards Mister Putin.

I walked behind him as he humbly nods towards every eye contact he makes from the crowd. His stance as guarded as a predator. One smile from the predator and I'm his willing victim, down like a prey of the night.

Did I said that out loud? Scratch that one off. I breathed out in relief..

He gestures me towards the Christmas tree, "After You, Miss Kennova." We stood beside each other once again. A festive atmosphere from the blaring of the trombones and trumpets.

The crowd went absolutely wild Infront of us. The reason is yet to be searched for. We slowly bowed to the crowd, smiling.

A familiar gentle hand touches my back as I rose from a bow. His hands ice cold despite the heat. Half startled, not seeing that coming I tilted my hand to his direction.

"I would like to congratulate you for winning the presidential election.", "I would like to express my gratitude for actually running as president." He bashfully smiled, lowering his head.

"Pardon?" I asked, once again- Shocked by his actions.

A russian guard appears out of nowhere with a huge item on hand. He hands it slowly to Vladimir Putin, as if it's something very valuable.

"Umm" I whispered, extremely confused but not 100% being obvious to the cameras.

Putin nods, as if signalling the guard to do something about it. The same guard pulls off the velvet fabric, revealing towards the crowd a view of the surprise.

He turns towards me to reveal a huge balalaika. A triangular russian guitar. It's material, made out of extreme expensive quality.

"I want to have you this russian instrument, the balalaika." He spoke as he slowly places it to my open hands.

"The balalaika, for me?"

"It is purely made out of fibreglass and gold material." He adds as he amusingly stares.

Just as I guessed that he's brought me a gift, But- An instrument? I literally have no idea. He could send me flowers and any gentlemanly procedures that he could offer.

"It's very beautiful, I am genuinely surprised!" I responded, tilting the instruments to every direction. "Look at the way it shines from the chandelier's light".

The desperate media wanted to see the gift so I turned towards the crowd's direction and smiled for the cameras, showing them the balalaika.

"I could let one of my men play the instrument for you. If you do not mind a demonstration.... of your gift" He beamed as he points towards his men.

I immediately nodded in response. Another one of his Russian guards slowly took the instrument away from me and placed his hands to an unknown chord.

I looked at Mister Putin in awe and have him a smile. He gestures for me, as if telling me to have a seat first.
The guard plays a strong strum, Rapidly strumming from frets to frets. It is the tune of Korobeiniki, another Russian melody.

It was an intense performance, One wrong fret and the performance is ruined. But no mistake happened and the guard played it satisfyingly. I laughed as I took away the instrument from him. From satisfaction, I gleefully thanked the guard from providing an astounding concert.

"A beautiful patriotic choice you just made Mister Vladimir." I laughed, he shrugged smugly as he removes an earpiece.

"I wish I could give you as much. I'm afraid I have yet to think of a plan just to make it up towards your liking" I remarked, felt witty. Might regret that one later.

"I may have to give you a suggestion, just to spare you the research." He added, pursing his lips. Containing his laughter.

"Do tell me, right before you go" I laughed back at his expression. He nods in reply. Charming.