Emperor of Mayhem

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THE BIRTH OF AN ICE QUEEN
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In this chapter, there's a conversation in Japanese. Now unlike my pretty Arabic translator who was quite fluent in Arabic, my Japanese translator isn't. But she was still very helpful. In case you're Japanese and think the way the words are phrased aren't right, do let me know🤍

The conversation wasn't really important. But if you wanna know what they are talking about, just ask me in the comments. I'm gonna make myself available as much as I can for this chapter so I can translate it for you🤍

MIKHAIL
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"One hundred and twenty hours!" An echo is heard when two hands slammed angrily on the polished table, my bark so thunderous it shook the French windows.

And I didn't even need a mirror to see how much I looked like an enraged bull because the council of elders present at the conference table very well mirrored my expression.

"How the fuck do you dare sit there and tell me that I'm creating a scene when a bastard took my woman and has held her hostage for fucking 120 hrs and let's not even think about what terrible things he has or intends on doing to her? How? How do fuck do you call my desperate search for her an overreaction? Do any of you even understand the gravity of what is on the ground? Answer me!" My fist collided with the table again, and the bottles of water on it jiggled. Some tipped over and fell, some rolled onto the tiled floor.

They said I was crazy, that I was blowing things out of proportion. Russia fucking aired it on their stupid news channels that Mikhail Varkov had stricken again and this time, he had gone completely out of hand.

And my elders that were supposed to diligently have my back, fucking attested to the fact. They fucking supported the tabloid going around.

Mikhail Varkov, the ruthless leader of an infamous criminal organization had gone rampage, so they said.

But as far as I was concerned, all of them were fucked up in the head, not I. For them to sit in their stupid little homes and think that a woman disappearing for the past five days with not a single lead to her, was not enough to sound the alarm and turn the city upside down.

But at the same, it wasn't their fault. I hadn't probably made it clear enough. And they didn't know that the girl in question wasn't just another unreasonable addition to Russia's outrageously rising population.

I hadn't even started yet and they were wailing. Every night spent without her and knowing very well that she was probably being starved, degraded, and tortured, was like a tumor in the brain for me, a dagger wedged into my heart and twisted.

Until I found her and put an end to this excruciating pain, Russia would be turned inside out. Until I had Azania back in my arms, in our home, no one, not even a newborn baby would have a good sleep. Everyone must have a taste of my anger. They must feel the echo of the void created by her absence in my chest. Every eye must stay open. Every breath must remain bated.

"Pakh-"

"-I fucking told you, you old hags!" I angrily knocked away a glass of water sitting on the table, "I told you my soldiers weren't enough. I said get me more armies. I need this city turned inside out. But did any of you answer me? No. You said no, Pakhan, 500 soldiers released to you are enough. But guess what? They are all out there being the fucking useless, untrained piece of shit they are!"