A/N English isn't my first language, so tere can be some mistakes. But I hope you'll correct me!
And I don't own Anya or Dimitri. The belong to 20th Century Fox.
Another stop. They were already in Bagrationovsk and have stopped for a hour or two. Dimitri exclaimed that "those dirty drivers" wants to smuggle something illegal to Poland. Anya only snorted and turned back to him. Vlad took Pooka for a walk along the platform and Dimitri went out, apparently offended.
They said there are two types of fear: rational and irrational. Comprehensible and incomprehensible. If Anya were afraid of trains, it would be absolutely rational fear, because on tracks are hapten so many horrid. Probably she would feel rational fear also, if she knew that fifteen minutes earlier Rasputin's minions traveled the surrounding forest with breakneck speed and fell into the locomotive, which was afterglow now (of course she didn't know). But she was afraid of Dimitri. Well, maybe not exactly of Dimitri himself, but confrontation with him.
Except that he sometimes wore his obscene smirk and nervously fiddling with his hair, the greatest regret what he could aggrieve to her was call her "damn brat" or forced her to leave their cabin – so being afraid of Dimitri was completely irrational.
Anya's mind knew it very well, but her body apparently not, because when he walked into, she started to shivering.
She was standing next to opened window and waving strange people on train station. She was enjoying this moment, because she knew it's perhaps the last time she's seeing her motherland. Everyone here spoke Russian, but she saw few Polish men, too. In Paris she'll be in trouble. She don't know French. She don't know etiquette. She don't know how to behave, if she don't want to offended Dimitri.
"What the hell are you doing?" he murmed.
Anya blushed and sat at her sit. "Nothing at all."
"Yep, I see."
She wanted to kick him so much, but she knew that she can't. He was her only chance to get her family, get her future… even if he was the most annoying and rude man she has ever known.
"Oh, look!" suddenly said Dimitri, leaned out of the window. Anya narrowed. "Can you see that lady in yellow dress lined by fur?"
Anya stood up and stood next to him, quite surprised.
"What do you mean?"
Dimitri looked like he wasn't listening.
"When revolution broke out, no one was eager to admit that he's aristocrat. But now, just look, in everyone's veins is blue blood. It's rather upsetting, huh?"
"Hm" said Anya simply. What was he talking about?
Dimitr's face suddenly brightened.
"This is gonna be fun!"
Anya looked at direction he was pointing. Young, stocky outgrowth ran to this lady and grab her bag.
"Finally" sighted Dimitri. "I mean, it serves them right."
"Who them?"
"Fake aristocrats, dummy patriots, ordinary sellers. They sold their country, their tsar and…"
Anya glanced at him. It was so… deep. For Dimitri, of course.
"But you aren't the patriot also."
"How much do you know about me?" he asked rather softly. His brown eyes, which color was similar to the liquid chocolate was distracted her, so she looked down, trying to not blushed again.
"Um…" said Anya. "I don't know… how much… I know…"
"Exactly. You know nothing."
"So why don't you tell me about yourself?"
Dimitri laughed falsely.
"Maybe next time, huh?" But she knew that "next time" will never come. She only pulled her coat closely to herself and laid at her sit. "I'm tired, I couldn't sleep last night. You know, our journey… So I'm going to bed right now. Can you awake me when we'll be in Germany?"
He didn't answer. Just took his book and started to reading. But he thought 'Night, Anya' and he noticed that he was smiling!
(continues as in the movie)