In the world of the wealthy, beautiful women are always accessories—they are never in short supply. Among the women present, many might be considered goddesses in the eyes of others.
But to the rich, they are nothing more than embellishments that make parties more exciting and enjoyable—just like the wine in their glasses, the food at their lips, and the music in their ears. They all exist to serve their entertainment.
With the women in place, Mavi gave the captain the order to set sail. In Saint Petersburg, June temperatures peak around 77°F (25°C), but the nighttime sea breeze makes it chillier, dropping to about 54°F (12°C).
The cool sea breeze brushed against the yacht as it cut through the waves, leaving a shimmering trail. The full moon hung high in the sky, casting a gentle glow, while the clear night sparkled with countless stars, creating a breathtakingly romantic atmosphere.
"Come on, cheers!" Mavi raised his glass, signaling everyone to drink.
"Cheers!" The crowd responded enthusiastically. Fueled by alcohol and music, the party atmosphere gradually became more flirtatious and extravagant.
The men, emboldened by the liquor, pulled the Russian beauties close, while the women gracefully leaned into their embraces, allowing themselves to be caressed.
At that moment, Mavi noticed two young Russian women in evening gowns standing awkwardly in a corner, seeming out of place amidst the lively party.
"Not enjoying the party?" Mavi asked, holding a glass of red wine as he approached them.
"N-no, not at all. We're just a bit slow to warm up, that's all," replied a blonde-haired Russian girl, avoiding Mavi's gaze. She knew who he was—a man with significant influence in Russia. Offending him would be a huge mistake.
"What are your names?" Mavi asked casually. He was also the type to take things slow, preferring a bit of subtlety rather than the overly forward approach of Western parties, which sometimes killed the mood for him.
"I'm Diana, and she's Vikara," the blonde quickly answered. The black-haired girl beside her remained silent, her reserved demeanor more akin to an Asian than a typical Russian.
Both girls had been carefully selected for their beauty and elegance, so there was no need to state the obvious. They were also 19 years old, the same age as Mavi.
Compared to the loud and boisterous "little white caps" (a term referring to a certain group of men), Diana and Vikara found it much more comfortable to chat with Mavi. After all, he was one of their "own," and more importantly—he was handsome.
As the yacht reached a secluded part of the sea and came to a stop, Diana and Vikara quietly remained by Mavi's side, making it clear that they intended to stick with him for the night.
Mavi didn't concern himself with their silent intentions. Once the yacht had fully stopped, he asked the DJ to lower the music and then announced to the crowd of white-capped men and Russian beauties, "Everyone, quiet down for a moment. To make this party even more exciting, I've prepared a spectacular fireworks show at sea."
No sooner had he finished speaking than two drunken men, Haman and Amir, excitedly shouted, "Fireworks at sea? Mavi, my brother, I didn't expect you to be such a romantic! Setting off fireworks on the ocean—I love it! The view is going to be amazing!"
Their enthusiasm spread, and the other white caps nodded in agreement.
"Fireworks at sea? That sounds awesome! Especially watching them with these charming Russian beauties—haha! I'm really looking forward to it."
The people in the cabin, including the Russian women, eagerly anticipated the upcoming display. They knew that such a grand romantic gesture from someone like Mavi must have cost a fortune.
High-end fireworks shows charge by the minute, with the most expensive ones costing 50,000 yuan per minute—833 yuan per second. Watching such fireworks meant even blinking was a luxury!
However, just as everyone was getting excited, a sudden roaring sound echoed from outside the yacht.
It was the unmistakable whirring of helicopter rotors!
The crowd turned to see two armed helicopters flying in perfect formation above their yacht.
The powerful downdraft from their rapidly spinning rotors sent waves rippling violently across the previously calm sea.
"Mavi, my brother… what's going on here? This… this isn't a problem, is it?" Amir suddenly sobered up, sensing that these helicopters weren't here for a simple fireworks display. After all, fireworks shoot into the sky, and if they collided with the helicopters' rotors, it would be a disaster.
The rest of the group shared his concern. The fearsome reputation of the Russian military was deeply ingrained in their minds. One wrong move, and things could turn deadly fast.
Mavi simply smiled and shook his head. "Relax, they're on our side." Then, he nonchalantly took a sip of his wine, waiting for the show to begin.
As soon as he spoke, the two helicopters flew ahead and turned on their searchlights.
At that moment, Mavi placed his glass down and gestured for everyone to follow him to the deck.
"Alright, let's go outside. The fireworks show is about to begin."
He led the way, and though the others exchanged confused glances, they followed.
Once outside, they saw that the helicopters' searchlights were illuminating a 30-meter-long mid-sized yacht about 200 meters away. The yacht drifted alone on the water, as if it had been stationary for a long time.
The white caps on the deck looked at each other in confusion. They couldn't understand how armed helicopters, a luxury yacht, and a fireworks show were connected. That distant yacht didn't even seem to have any large fireworks on board.
"Mavi, my brother, where are the fireworks? Why do we have helicopters and another yacht instead?" Haman asked, still holding a Russian beauty in his arms. He was curious about what Mavi was up to.
But before Mavi could answer, the group suddenly noticed several Russian bodyguards carrying in a large black metal tripod.
Mounted on it—was what unmistakably looked like an RPG rocket launcher!
The white caps instantly panicked. Some even instinctively took a few steps back, trying to put some distance between themselves and the heavy weapon.
"Holy shit! Bro! Is that an RPG?! So this is your idea of a fireworks show?!"
(End of Chapter)