A life made of secrets
Viktoria Petrova has always been a mysterious russian woman, her life was full or even made of secrets and because of that she doesn't remember the last happy moment she had in her life, her dark past is always hunting her and making the woman's life harder each day that comes.
When I woke up, the bright morning sun was shining through the curtain, last night it was the first night in months that I really slept an it was really hard to leave my comfy bed. After having breakfast, I started to get ready to my first day of work on firehouse 51, I am starting to enjoy my life in Chicago and this is very surprising because I have been moving from country to country almost my entire life, and never enjoyed those places.
I dressed myself in simple but at the same time sophisticated clothes, dark blue jeans, a white blouse with long sleeves and my heeled boots, my red hair, I decided to wear it loose and did my makeup. I looked at the clock and realized that I was running late, I quickly grabbed my car keys and my black coat and headed to the street.
It took only 20 minutes for me to make it to the house, I wasn't nervous for my first day because I have always been confident and showing fear or any other weaknesses was not a part of my life, most of it because of everything that happened in my past. My footsteps were strong and confident while I walked into the firehouse the first thing I saw was a dark haired man seating in a table playing cards with other men, I approached him and asked,
" Excuse me, can you please tell where I can find chief Boden?" The man took his eyes from the cards and directed them to me, when I met those blue eyes it was like some sort of hypnosis .
" He is in his office, let me show you the way." He led me through many corridors until we reached the office. I was almost knocking on the door when he said.
" I am Kelly Severide by the way."
" I am Viktoria Petrova, it's a pleasure to meet you, and thank you"
"You are welcome." He answered.
He turned way and headed back to the table. For a moment all I could think it was how beautiful and intriguing that man was but I couldn't let that get on the way, because my experience with men it's very ,let's say remarkable.
I knocked on the door and entered the room, where I saw a very intimidating man.
"You must be Viktoria Petrova." My hands were a little sweaty but I didn't show any flutter.
"Yes sir!"
I was hoping he wouldn't ask my motives to be here in Chicago.
"I received great recommendations of you "
"Thank you, sir"
"It is a pleasure to have you in my firehouse, let me introduce you to the rest of the house" . Said chief Boden already walking to the door.