If it weren't for everything he had experienced, those Premier League and NBA stars in front of him would probably have just seen him as a wealthy Russian tycoon—perhaps not even worth paying attention to...
...
After wrapping up his schedule over the past few days, Mavi took some time to visit Washington, where he "comforted" the goddess who had been missing him—Jennifer.
Afterward, he returned to Russia, once again caught up in the busy preparations for the recently approved government oil extraction project and the large-scale oil pipeline to China.
The companies that had previously competed with him for land—Rosneft, Lukoil, and Surgutneftegas—still hadn't struck rich oil after two whole months.
The CEOs of the three companies were so worried that they couldn't sleep well or enjoy their meals. Meanwhile, Mavi remained completely... unburdened.
For oil extraction equipment, Mavi sourced from the same manufacturer supplying Khalifa Oil Fields, ensuring top-tier quality. As for the oil pipeline construction, he relied on a Ukrainian energy supplier recommended by Deputy Prime Minister Snieryana.
With everything in place, there was little to worry about—just periodic quality inspections and progress checks.
That Wednesday night, Mavi received an unexpected message from Ukrainian Deputy Prime Minister Snieryana:
"Mavi, I'll be visiting Russia tomorrow. Do you have time to meet up?"
This caught Mavi slightly off guard. Previously, all their communications had been over the phone, but this time, it was a text message.
"Of course, Snieryana. You're always welcome," Mavi replied via text.
"Mm, Leosia will be coming along too."
It seemed like Snieryana had something to discuss that wasn't suitable for a phone call. Perhaps it had to do with the time she discovered Mavi and her daughter in bed together...
"She's coming too? Alright, I got it. I'll pick you both up from the airport."
Seeing that the little troublemaker Leosia was tagging along with her mother, Mavi's eyelid twitched involuntarily.
Just last month in Ukraine, Leosia had stood outside her mother's bedroom door and pleasured him with her mouth—right there, just a thin wall separating them from Snieryana. And afterward, she had joined him in bed, indulging in a passionate night.
To this day, Mavi wasn't sure if Deputy Prime Minister Snieryana had found out about that. It was both thrilling... and terrifying.
"Mm, see you then," Snieryana sent one final message.
"Alright, see you then."
Mavi put his phone down and was about to take a hot shower to wash away the day's fatigue when, just as the maid began undressing him, his phone rang again—it was Snieryana.
"Sorry, Mavi, I just realized my daughter Leosia took my phone and sent you that text!"
Her voice, mature and magnetic, came through the line.
That instantly explained why the earlier message had been a text instead of a direct call.
"No worries. Either way, I'll pick you both up when you arrive."
Knowing Leosia's personality, Mavi figured she would have come regardless.
As for what kind of situation awaited him when they arrived… only fate could tell.
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### Two Days Later – Moscow, Russia
At Russia's International Airport, a pure white Boeing 747 smoothly landed on the runway. The tail of the aircraft bore the Ukrainian flag, making its origin unmistakable.
"Mavi!"
The moment the aircraft door opened and the stairs were lowered, Leosia—dressed in a tight black strapless dress—waved excitedly from above, her delicate hands fluttering in the air.
Seeing her mature and seductive attire today, Mavi, standing in front of the convoy, almost didn't recognize her. From his angle, he had a clear view of her long, stunningly fair legs, instantly bringing back memories of their wild night in Ukraine...
That night, he had hoisted those very legs onto his shoulders, relentlessly pounding away in bed—while, just next door, Ukrainian Deputy Prime Minister Snieryana had been "asleep." Just thinking about it made his heart race.
"Mavi, my mom told me you got into a conflict with the Japanese Navy in the Sea of Japan a few days ago! Are you hurt?"
The moment she stepped off the stairs, Leosia wasted no time rushing up to him with concern in her voice.
Looking at her carefully styled appearance, Mavi chuckled and replied, "I'm fine. The doctor just said my nerves were affected, so I have to abstain from sex for a while."
There was a hidden message in his words, and the sharp-witted Leosia understood immediately:
"Don't mess around in front of Snieryana, or things could get really bad."
However... as the saying goes, "Every force meets its counter."
Just as Mavi thought he had defused the situation, Leosia suddenly blinked mischievously and whispered, "Mavi, I'll let you in on a little secret—I've been trained at a medical institution to help men relieve stress and treat erectile dysfunction."
"Alright, you win…"
Faced with this fourth-dimensional little devil, Mavi had to admit defeat.
But just as he was about to give in, Leosia leaned in closer, about to reveal another secret:
"Oh, and Mavi… I think my mom might have…"
Before she could finish, Deputy Prime Minister Snieryana appeared, descending the stairs in an elegant white suit dress. With a soft smile on her face, she walked toward them.
The moment Leosia saw her mother, she shut her mouth immediately, cutting off whatever she was about to say.
From her half-finished sentence, Mavi had already picked up on something.
But no matter what, there was a certain line that couldn't be crossed. Keeping up appearances was necessary.
"Good morning, Deputy Prime Minister Snieryana. Welcome to Moscow."
Mavi greeted her with a smile.
For some reason, seeing Snieryana instantly brought back memories of that night, when he had stood outside her bedroom door, hearing the low hums coming from inside… and spotting the mysterious damp spot on her yoga pants the next morning.
"Hello, Mr. Mavi. Thank you for coming to welcome us."
Since they were in a public setting, Snieryana added "Mr." to her greeting, maintaining formality.
However, from the look in her eyes, Mavi sensed something deeper—an indescribable emotion lingering beneath the surface…
(End of Chapter)