A/N: Hey everyone! I was really bored, and decided to make a new type of story in this fandom/category. There will be stereotypes and racism in this story, I'm only doing this because this story basically revolves around the Cold War in the 1960's, but believe me, I am not racist at all:) I'm trying to make this story as real and historically accurate as possible:) I don not own 'The Outsiders,' only the Dotson family and Dmitri.

I woke up at the sound of my mother yelling for me. It was an early Saturday morning. 5:00 am. We've never gotten up this early on a weekend, but today was different. My brother, Mark, left last night to Moscow to be an exchange student, which meant my family was going to host a soviet boy. We had to go pick him up from the airport. His name's Dmitri Pavlov, and he's from Leningrad. He's a year older than me, he's sixteen. He will have to come to school with me, and I already know most of the kids in my school will be scared if having a Soviet boy stay at our school. He will be here for six months. Mom says that I should befriend him and help him around, but I'm honestly a little scared. We are at a cold war with the Soviet's, and I heard that they plan to bomb us, and that they have spies here and what not. Overall dangerous from what I've heard.

"Christine! Get ready! We have to pick Dmitri up at the airport in a little while, we can't be late!" Mom shouted down the hall.

I picked out one of my nice outfits. Mom said that I should look presentable for a new guest. I put my black hair in a single braid going down my back. I put on a little makeup; mom didn't really like the idea of a young teenager putting powder and what not on her face. So I just put on a little blush and nude colored eye shadow and mascara. My eyes are a dark blue, not the pretty bright blue, mine looks like cold water in a way. I wouldn't describe myself ugly, or beautiful, I would say decent. I put on a red checkered dress and my favorite black shoes.

One thing about myself, I'm a soc. There's three classes here, the middle class, which was a small number of people, the greasers, the poor people who lived on the East side of town, the guys put tons of grease in their hair, getting their name, and the girls wear too much makeup and short skirts and swear like sailors. Then there's me. A soc lives on the West side of town, nice big houses, nice cars, guys dress nicely, girls dress nicely and are modest, housemaids, etc. Mom would never let me hang out with greasers, and I don't blame her. But there's one greaser that's really nice, Ponyboy Curtis. He's my lab partner. He gets good grades, and is mature for his age, he skipped a grade, and he's quiet in class. I've talked to him before in class and he's a really nice guy.

My dad, mom, and my older sister Jacqueline, and I, piled into my dads white 1966 Mercedes Benz. It was our brand new car and dad took pride in it. We drove off to the Oklahoma City Airport. It seemed like such a long drive, but we finally arrived.

I froze. I'm too scared to meet this Soviet boy. I could feel my hands get clammy as I gripped onto the door to open it.

"Umm, Chrissy, are you okay?" Jackie said as everyone got out.

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine." I said quickly.

We waited about twenty minutes for Dmitri to come. The ladies voice came on and I jumped because it's so loud.

"Flight 22 from Moscow has arrived."

I'm starting to get butterflies in my stomach. I moistened my lips and followed my family. Dad has a sign that says "Dmitri" on it so he knows where to go.

Dmitri finally came out and walked over to us. He appears to be 6'2, he's thin, but has a build to him; he has bright blue eyes, and sandy hair. He has the Soviet look to me.

"Hello, Dmitri. I'm James Dotson, but Mr. Dotson please. This is my wife Clara, and my two daughters. Jacqueline, and Christine, both very close to your age, Jackie's eighteen and Christine's fifteen."

"Hello Mr. Dotson. As you know, my name is Dmitri Seergevich Pavlov. I am a sixteen year old Soviet student. I come from Leningrad, and come to study in U.S," Dmitri said.

He has a very strong accent and he looks very serious, no smile at all. He then proceeded to shake hands with us. When he came to me, I gave him a somewhat smile, but he just stared at me all serious.

"Well, Dmitri!" Mom said to him. "Since it's you just got here, we're going to go to our house, Christine will show you to your room and help you unpack, and then you can relax for a while and we can have a night out on the town! Is that alright with you?" Mom explained.

"That is fine." Dmitri replied.

The car ride home was awkward. Mom tried to make small talk with Dmitri and us and Dmitri seems to have a kind of attitude where he can get annoyed very easily and also be very shy at the same time.

"You'll be going to the same school with Jacqueline and Christine! It's a very nice school, you'll love it!" Mom exclaimed.

"I will try." Dmitri said under his breathe.