4 The cups of wine

"fate led me to you... and stole you from me

And between the two fates, I lost my heart..."

_May Ziadeh_

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Russia.....Moscow.... at seven in the morning

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All the guards are scattered everywhere .... inside the palace , corridors , outside .... around the gardens ..... on the roofs they wear weapons and headphones to receive orders .... help them monitor everything

Because today is very important..

Today the leader who does not accept a single deviation will return...

The Great Devil... will come home after an absence

Everyone gathered at the breakfast table.... all the family members, big and small.... and the place was filled with the sound of spoons and cups..... Then Ares entered in her full suit and behind her George and Philip.....

She pulled out a chair for herself and carried the cup of coffee that the maid had brought...All she heard was the sound of the graves...

"Welcome back...!"

This is what the great-grandfather said...

Then she looked at him and said in her calm voice: "I see that you missed me... If you had done so, you would not have assigned me tasks that need at least three years to complete...."

He laughed a little and then said: "However, you completed the work in the least amount of time as usual... This time I almost died because of Julian and Julia's pranks."

She laughed sarcastically, "That's because you've become a senile old man."

So I heard Julian say at the same time, "We weren't that bad."

Grandfather opened his mouth wide and said, "You're kidding me that you put fourteen Red Indian desert scorpions inside my room, it's normal."

..... It is the most dangerous in the world, most of the time it spreads in India and eastern Pakistan and is about 3.5 inches with a reddish-orange colour, often coming out of its dens at night. It is a 40% killer lol... This is the famous Brezhnev family whose sons carry noble blood and damn they are all bastards ...from the youngest to the oldest.....hehe I miss this fun...but today I have other things to care about...

I took my gun off the table, stood up and left

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Ares

In the evening, I entered the hotel room, waiting for Jack to come... we were invited here after a while....the door open for Mario Suarez....one of the most famous politicians in the world... Seconds later entered Jack Rover..... with his light blond hair... And his blue eyes..... he's very handsome I never liked blonde hair but his colour is weird... and beautiful in a strange way... He reminded me of the first time we met a year ago...

A year ago........

In every war, there are losses....some of them are material....those that anger their masters....some of them are human...

And there we melt too...that scratches your body and seals your soul to haunt you forever...This is how war...the parallel spur of loss...

And the war of love is also not very different... Some emerge victorious from it by melting... And some emerge from it defeated by melting... The scar is always present because love accompanies pain... And the burning pain... It burns the soul before the body...

But Ares was neither of the first types nor after it....she was a type...she was the kind that changes all standards of love, war, and sorrows...she never believed in peace, she came out of the storm in another, more solid form....that is why She never lost... and her greatest victory was the preservation of her love... in the time of abandonment and separation and the tenth lover after the thousand...

She was sitting at the bar...there was edge music in the background and which made her sigh. She put the files and her coat beside her, then grabbed her hair between both hands and ran her fingertips inside it, trying to distract his mind from thinking...Then she pointed to the bartender to come forward and then asked for a glass of drink. He left to fulfil her request...

She was wearing a long black dress just like the halo that surrounded her , as soon as she sat alone without the need to fake feelings in front of others... Her fiery hair with white strand in it. It is a symbol of her love, falling straight behind her back professionally placed, dark lipstick as the smoky colour on her eyelids. And she wears her elegant white-golden mask... which makes her eyes look like a lion...

Throughout all these years I refused love from men...Does one escape from life? But why do we live? .....

Dostoevsky said: To try to understand it...

Columbus said, "Let us discover the world..."

Armstrong said, "Let's step on the moon...

Einstein said: To discover the universe...

Van Gogh said: Let's be creative...

Kant said: Let's philosophize...

Marine Luther King said: Let's be free...

Socrates said: Let us love knowledge.

Beethoven said: Let's play the moon...

Nietzsche said: Let's talk...

Al-Mutanabbi said: To know...

Buddha said: Let us forgive...

Candy said: Let's love...

I say: Let's get out of the labyrinth...We wear masks and deceive ourselves and those around us and tell them what they want to hear so that we feel the illusion of belonging to the society that only accepts us as a fake...

To get her out of her thoughts, the handsome bartender presents and instead of putting the cup on the table extends it to her, so she offers her hand to hold it, and then she feels him touch her hand while he puts a cup in her hand, so she raises an eyebrow for him... His method is a failure... She hates drama so much and doesn't like making things bigger or smaller...

His blue eyes were staring somewhere nonstop, or rather at a woman..he hadn't taken his eyes off her for hours since she entered this place...

He used to see her sitting on the bar. The colour of her fiery hair dominates her appearance, as does blood when it touches water, even if it is sacred... She is beautiful , her value in one hand, and the world in one hand...

His fingertips stopped playing with his bracelet... He smiled from time to time... He was exceptionally looking at her... How not when he kissed the ground she was walking on..... when the devil couldn't take their eyes off the angel. A shudder that goes over the unreal bodies of black souls....because whether in heaven or on earth there was no happy ending...either doom or perish...you know what it is said he was an angel once... he was the best of them, but in this moment...

The question is whether she realizes that she is the only one in the universe who has in her hands the dagger that cuts the neck of demon? Many may bargain with what they have in exchange for the devil's blood, but the truth is that she is the only one who can shed it... and the most beautiful thing is that she does not know that...

Suddenly Jack straightened up lightly as he approached her and separated them by a few steps, he found that despite his stability... his heartbeat quickly... he played with his bracelet to calm his heart... The world taught him that one must rely on himself.. because fate is like a dice ..you might expect that the number is odd, but it is even...so let's play on destiny...

So when he pulled out the chair very quietly and then sat on it beside her, he felt that the world suddenly shrank as the half a meter separating them... Yet she didn't move and seemed lost in a glass despite his proximity... That made him smile lightly and pass his hand on his chin a little

and then said With a heavy Russian accent: "Why a beautiful like you deserve the world and looks like someone has just been plundered from her?"

He may think it's cheap flirting, but he knows what he's doing...

His voice...his accent...what he said...the three of them caught her attention. She quickly turned to him and how he was facing her with all his body, wearing evening gowns, dark blue jeans and a black shirt. Deadly darkness with that glint... that tells you that he knows your deepest secrets... that you haven't discovered them yet...

Sharp blue eyes so perfect...so perfect

As a result of what he had said, she turned to him with all her body and calmly raised an eyebrow and said, "Why...would you be the hero and bring the world to its knees for me?"

Two people are facing each other in one place... one is a dormant volcano and the other is a raging inferno... So what happened next that I looked at the challenge between them turned into a happy laugh from Ares.....

She tilted her head and said, "You have such sharp eyes that you look like you can read people." She doesn't like evasions...

He smiled absurdly and said, "Sometimes we are the embodiment of what we do not want to see in front of a mirror... yet we force ourselves to look... the more you realize how bad you are, the more you accept it and the more yoy can live... So you can say that I have become a professional looking at the mirrors so It became easy to look at others."

Very quietly, she said, "Tell me what you read about me… I know you did… So tell me… I want to see if I bleed my feelings or not."

So all he did was tilt his head forward towards her as if he wanted to see what was inside her and for a moment she felt that those blue eyes were able to see what inside her... so she kept herself steady and that made him smile lightly that smile can do a lot to women but not her, It's because her heart was never her own...

He opened his lips and said softly: "You are confused about a decision....hesitating about life...You hide in the dark and most importantly..."

He paused for a second and looked at her features and said in Italian :

"Sembra che tu sia già sprofondato Nel labirinto Dellamore."

"It seems that you have already plunged into the labyrinth of love."