The Story Of Aleksandr Orlov #9

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Aleksandr and Sergei working on new book.

Today I continues tell peoples all about my life. Due to popular demand I have decide to tell my bear friends at Jammy Toast about amazing story of Orlov family. From amazing journey across Kalahari Desert to beginnings of meerkat comparing business on streets of Moscow. I am hoping from money Davidd pay to re-marble roof of Orlov Family mansion. Many meerkats have soggy fur because of hole in roof of mansion when it rain and lie in bed at night lookings at stars. I also say big thank you to Sergei who type for me on old typewriter found in attic in Meerkovo. Please enjoyment this

Chapter 9: The Shop At Last.

By now Anton was living in small bedsit and making a few more roubles because he was winning a lot of his boxings. It was hard work, often he was bruised, but it was a living.

One day there was knock on bedsit door. When he opened it, he saw a familiar bedraggly face. It was Stanislav. He had now finish school and had come to join his friend. Good old faithful Stanislav.

Anton was very happy to see him, and together they decided that Anton must finish the boxings, and they must set out to make their fortune comparing meerkats.

The next morning they loaded an old cart with as many meerkat paintings as they could carry and made their way to Moscow flea market (which, puzzlingly and disappointingly, was not actually a market for flea selling). Anton neatly arranged the portraits of Knightkat and Paintkat, and Soldierkat and Factorykat, and Stanislav got on box with his speaking trumpet. They did not have success. Passer-bys could not work out what point of compairing kats was.

Anton and Stanislav decided to swallow their prides and sight their aims lower. They bought up all the scruffy muskrat portraits they could find and made their way to seedy back alleys. Thoughout the nights, they could let dirty old muskrats compare creepy muskrat paintings. It was shameful times.

During the days, they continued comparing meerkats in the market. They painted up the comparethemeerkat.cart and made purchases of a little pointer for better comparing. But it was hard work. And for long time no one was take much notice.

Then one day the crowds went quiet. Along the street came Maxim Mandovich, Mayor of Moscow, and his beautiful daughter Valeria. Anton looked at her and felt his insides go all wobbly. And when she stopped in front of comparethemeerkat.cart, he thought he might faint. Gesturing with a silk-gloved claw, Valaria told Anton to hold up the Soldierkat and Knightkat, two of the most handsome meerkats.

Holding paintings in his shaky paws, Anton await Valeria’s verdict. Imagine his astonishment when she said, “The one in the middle”. He was overcome with adorings. And this was the beginning of the big romance that led to my parents’ marriedness.

After Valeria’s comparing, my Papa’s business went through the ceiling. Word of comparing reached outside Moscow and the crowds came crowding in from miles around to see Anton and the faithful Stanislav compare meerkats. The two entrepreneurkats sold comparethemeerkat.cart and bought the first On the day it opened Anton’s parents, Grigory and Anastasia, came to visit. Grigory shook his son’s paw and Anastasia kissed him on the cheek. Any my papa got tears all over his new cravat.

To be continued…

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About the Author

Aleksandr Orlov

Founder of, Aleksandr lives and works in Moscow, where many generations of his family live and thrive. Part-time writer for the bear blog he also has found time to write his autobiography 'A Simples Life'. He enjoys going to the cinema with Sergei. However, he has many troubles dealing with people comparing meerkats and looking for a cheap deal on car insurance. Meerkat -- Market. A son of mongoose could tell difference!

26 Comments on “The Story Of Aleksandr Orlov #9”

  1. your tory name is the first name of a grandparent & the name of the first street you lived in hyphenated with your first headteacher’s surname.

    mine is joyce blytheswood-redmond!

  2. people ripping into anne hegerty need to take a good look at themselves. its ok for you with your perfect brain and perfect kids. step into her shoes for 5 mins and youd fucking shit yourselves. mings!

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