His Spring Symphony

The Beginning

{Author's Note}

Hello~~ Welcome to my latest story. I've decided to published this one after many weeks of fighting with myself whether or not this story was ready. Now, since I'm on a break from university, I decided to published it.

I hope you guys feel intrigue to continue. This prologue do look shaky since the main characters I will introduce in the first chapter, but please DO stay!

ENJOY! - A

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   Vladimir Laskov, and his young son, Hunter, were playing at their house backyard until Vladimir sat on the field of grass, tired. His eight-year-old boy jogged to him with a bright smile on his face.

    "Papa, you tired already?"

    "Da, my son, I am old." Vladimir grinned. His boy pouted his lips and sat opposite him on the field.

   Vladimir pointed at one of his guards. "You see that, Hunter? One day I will retire and you will take care of those men." The guard he pointed at couldn't help to be startled since he couldn't hear their conversation and thought Vladimir would punch him or something.

    "How old will I be to be able to take care the Bratva? I'm eight and I'm skinny. These men are huge!" His tiny hands mentioned a large circle in the air. His papa couldn't help but smile.

   Vladimir then pinched his son's cheek lightly. "When you're old enough."

    Hunter giggled short and let himself out from this father pinching his cheek. Hunter sat up straight and looked sternly at his papa's grey eyes. "Papa, I have a wish."

   "When I get bazillion old as you, I want you to find me, my own 'my love.'"

    "Oy, young man. Already thinking about marriage?" Vladimir couldn't help but chuckle.

   "I'm serious, papa!" Hunter declared. But Vladimir knew that his son was indeed serious, Hunter's hands were cupping his knees and he forced himself to sit up straight and really looked at Vladimir. Vladimir himself was surprised how serious Hunter was.

    "Like you and mama, I want you to find a person for me. Like grandpapa found mama for you. I want my lady to be as happy like mama, and always baked me cookies and cakes and take care of me whenever I'm sick. I want a 'my love' too."

    Vladimir grinned and ruffled his son's brown hair, "I promise, moy syn. I will try to find you a 'my love'."

Hunter smiled.

    "Oy! Are you two men are trying to freeze to death and leave me here to die alone? Come inside!" The source of the voice was no other than Vladimir's wife, Paynita. Her declaration made his men that stood along the hallways guarded Vladimir giggled listening to his madam cynical words. "Come, Hunter, your mama is calling for us."

   Vladimir offered Hunter a piggyback ride and he took it gratefully. "But papa,"

    "Yes?"

    "Is really mama's real name is 'my love'?" Hunter was born to be good with words and to be a curious boy.

   "Well, Hunter." Vladimir tilted his head to his left and let Hunter's chin rested on his shoulder. "When you get old, you will have a 'my love' like me having my own 'my love'. Everyone will find their 'my love', eventually."

    Hunter giggled and wrapped his arms around his papa's neck more tightly, not wanting his piggyback ride to cut short. 

   And so, both of them went inside the house and ate cookies that Pynita baked.

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16 Years Later

    It was a normal day for Vladimir Laskov. But an awful day for Wallace Walt.

    Wallace wasn't surprised that he felt numb when he opened his eyes, and that he had been tied on a chair in an empty arsenal. And, it definitely didn't surprise him when he saw Vladimir Laskov stood in front of him, with his hands on his back. He didn't want to die though, so he started to cry, again, and he begged and begged the man who stood in front of him.

    "Please...let me go. I will do anything you want..."

    "What about paying your half of million dollars that you owe me?" Vladimir said bluntly, circling around Wallace. He was mostly annoyed, rather wanting to kill the man that been tied on a chair.

    "Give me time and I promise you. I promise you I'll pay-"

    "Enough." Vladimir sighed and kicked the chair until Wallace fall backward. Wallace gasped in pain, the back of his head knocked on the concrete floor. Poor man, he would pee out of fear anytime now. "You've promised to pay me back for years. So, you wanting to pay it back now will be, sadly, useless."

    Vladimir's face bowed to look at the piece of trash. "I have an idea. A suggestion, for you, dear Wallace."

    He pulled his gun out from his back and point at Wallace's head. "I admit, you're my favorite customer, out of all. Been owning me money for more than a decade, saying that you have to pay for your children's tuitions. Lies." Vladimir squatted and pressed the gun's hole on Wallace's forehead.

    "I know, you're a man, you need to loosen up a little bit, to have fun since you're a divorcee. I know you've been a shitty man for your family, let alone a father and made your wife left you. Not blaming her though, if I was your wife, I would be killing you already. So, I'll suggest this," Vladimir's clicked his fingers and one of his men came in the arsenal.

    His man gave him a picture and Vladimir showed to Wallace. Wallace's eyes bulged. "Your second daughter?"

    It was a picture of Haru, Wallace's second daughter, she was alone sitting on a chair in her campus, with a storybook on her table and a black book she was focusing on looking with a mechanical pen ready in her hand. Maybe she was drawing something, Haru loved to draw.

     "Give Haru to me. Let me take care of her. I'll set you free from here, and, I'll give you more money than you owned me, let you leave the country, free of charge. How about that?"

   Wallace considered the offer. It sounded tempting and no harm was done. It was not like Haru couldn't take care of herself. She had been an independent child all her life, more independent than her siblings. Wallace's eyes stared at Vladimir's from the picture. "What you want to do to her?"

    "I fond of her, so I want her to be my son's bride. How about that?" Wallace's heart beating so fast.

    Hunter. Vladimir's son. If Vladimir was scary, Hunter was worst. Wallace heard rumors that the son has killed over 20 people when he was barely 21. He has stopped a drug organization that interfered with his family's business. And, Hunter was the only member of a gang that has a good relationship with the police. That kid was smart, for all the wrong reasons.

    What was in Vladimir's mind for him to pair Hunter with Wallace daughter, Haru? Haru never did anything bad in her life. She was a quiet kid, a small number of friends. If she was smarter, Wallace would praise her, but she was just average, weak even.

    "One," The pistol on Wallace's forehead, Vladimir pressed it firmly. Was he a bad person to think this offer was great?

    Vladimir unlocked the bullets, "Two..." He unlocked the gun's head. Wallace would get fortunes if he agrees.

    Vladimir's index finger slowly pressing the trigger. "Three-"

    "Dea...Deal!!!" Wallace screamed.

    Vladimir pulled the trigger.

    Wallace opened his eyes. Vladimir grinned, the pistol had no bullets. Wallace was still alive. Amused by the wimpy man's fear, he said, "Good, my friend. You're such a useless man after all."

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- A