A/N: I've been inspired by this film and I just couldn't get to sleep without writting something for it. It's currently 2:21 am here so hopefully after i post this i'll be able to get some sleep. haha. :] R&R please.

Disclaimer: I do not own the film, Eastern Promises.

Somehow I had ended up here, in this restaurant, dumped on its clean, yet uncomfortable floor, surrounded by members of the Russian Mafia, better known as the vory v zakone. I groaned in complaint as my head smacked the carpeted floors. What the HELL!?

Sure, my mother had warned me not to seek my father out but I was curious and the damn book led me to a resturaunt where I was grabbed by a couple of men and thrown unceremoniously onto the floor of the restaurant's main room. I looked up, my captors were grinning down at me speaking in Russian to one another. I began to sit up and one kicked me down. I bit back a yelp. Shit. Shit. Shit. I was trying to think of an escape route but I was scared stiff. I didn't even notice when another man appeared until my captors were yelling and being thrown away from me.

"You do not attack random girls on the streets!" The new man started yelling, he was obviously in charge, seeing as how the other men coward in his presence. He had a really heavy accent and from what I could tell he was extremely buff underneath the trench coat he was wearing. The other men left quickly and I found myself being picked up, I squirmed, trying to get out of his grip but he held me bridal style and had my one of my arms grasped in his hand and the other pinned against his rock hard chest. I yelled at him, cursing at him, trying to make him let me go, but he continued to walk, down the stairs and out to a nondescript black car. He shoved me in the back and I immediately tried to get out but the door wouldn't open, I screamed hoping to get the attention of the pedestrians crossing, but they paid no mind to me. The man got in and started the car up.

"What are you doing with me?! Let me GO!" I screamed at him.

"Shut the fuck up. You, little girl, are in trouble." His condescending words ignited something inside of me and I flew off the handle.

"Fuck! You don't know me! You have no idea! When my mom hears about this she is going to kill you!" At this he laughed, he made a turn on a familiar street. He was heading towards my home!

"How do you know where I live? Who are you?"

"There are things you need to learn. Your mother would not appreciate you getting into the same thing that killed her. You are disappointing her by letting her death go to waste."

How dare he! He knew things about my life! How did he know? I was thoroughly pissed off, he stopped in front of my house and I started to panic. I knew that I shouldn't have gone off on my own, my mother would be furious and also I had almost gotten myself killed, if this guy hadn't saved me then I would be a prostitute, just like the woman who had given birth to me. I tried the door again, to my relief it opened and I stepped onto the sidewalk. The man came to my side instantly and clasped onto my upper arm, he walked up the pathway to my house, half dragging and half leading me to the front door. Once there, he knocked on the door, rather banged on it but I didn't really care at that moment, I was too frightened. A woman opened the door; she was in her mid thirties, with blond curly hair that reached her shoulders, her blue eyes widened in shock as she looked at me.

"Christine!" Her voice was panicked and I instantly regretted everything. She didn't deserve what I did.

"Hey mum," I replied, I looked at her and her face went from concerned mother figure to extremely furious, until her eyes landed on the man next to me. Then all emotion and blood fled from her face.

"Nikolai." Her hand went up to her mouth in shock, eyes widening, in horror or in fascination I couldn't tell. "Christine, I'll deal with you later get inside." Her voice was a dangerous whisper and Nickolai let go of my arm and as I rushed past her, I looked back at the man, his eyes were as cold and gray as a grave stone, but there was a flash of something warm in them as he regarded my mother. I ran upstairs, thankful for everything as the reality of what I did settled into my head.

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I stared at him, unbelieving and shocked. An awkward silence fell in between us and he was the first to break it.

"She was almost captured by the zakone," He stated, I noticed he still had the heavy accent and I smiled inwardly at the familiarity of it, "you gave her Tatiana's diary?"

I snapped out of the daze I was in and I found my voice.

"I thought it appropriate…I'm beginning to wonder if I should have waited," I began, " It seemed like the right time, she is almost fifteen, I couldn't hide it from her forever. I told her about most of it before I handed over the diary but-"

"She came looking for her father," He cut me off abruptly, his eyes filled with fury as he stared up the stair where Christine had disappeared, " She could have been killed, Anna!"

His split in composure shocked me, he was usually calm and collected but when it came to Christine all logic escaped him and his emotions, obviously became overwhelming.

"Nikolai," I spoke softly, "I will make sure she has learned her lesson, I can't believe she did such a thing."

I stepped closer to him, feeling the comfort of his presence, this obviously calmed him as his tense shoulders relaxed and he gazed into my eyes. He looked at me, and I was enveloped in warmth and peace. I reached up and caressed his face. He leaned down and kissed me, not deep or passionate, just a mere touching of skin, then it was over.

"You can't be apart of this world nor can she," He placed his arms around me and pulled me into a hug, his warm breathe against my ear. "Do not let her do what you did, she might not be as lucky as you were."

With that he pulled away from me and walked towards his car. I felt the warmth leave me and I was left alone once again. I sighed and closed the front door, locking it. I bit back a sob, and wiped the tears that had been falling when he pulled away.

I straightened myself up. It was time to deal with Christine.