Chapter One
A/N: Alright this is my second attempt at a VA FanFic, and my first attempt at posting on . So wish me luck!
Summary- Rose Hathaway gets kicked out of her boarding school for bad behavior. She is torn away from her best friend, Lissa, and sent to Russia to live with a foster family. Her mom is always working as a spy, and no one is exactly sure who Rose's dad is. The hot Dimitri Belikov offers her a place to stay after she runs from her foster home. Dimitri runs a Martial Arts Studio. DimiXRose. All Human. ENJOY!
RPOV
I sat silently on the plane headed for Russia. The school knew I was a runner, so they sent one of their security guards with me. In fact, Alberta was the head of security at St. Vladimir's Academy, the boarding school in Montana I just recently was kicked out of.
I set a little fire in a trash can in Stan's science room. Okay it may have ruined most of the room… But no one was hurt. Headmistress Kirova was overreacting by sending me to a foster family in Russia. I mean, seriously, did it have to be in Russia?
FlashBack
I sat down in Kirova's office.
"This time you've done it, Miss Hathaway! I've tolerated your tardiness, your profanity, your rudeness, and everything else, but here you have crossed a line!" Kirova fumed. She didn't yell, she never yelled, but she looked pretty damn close. Her perfectly dyed brown hair was showing the hints of grey. I guessed that was partially my fault.
"So your expelling me? Ha. Wow…" I scoffed at her. Her lips formed a tight smile.
"Precisely." She nodded curtly. My eyes widened. She was serious. I was scared for a moment then remembered something, she apparently hadn't.
"Uh-huh. And where will I be going? With my mother? Oh yes, I'm sure she would love having her rebellious teenage daughter with her on her 'super secret missions'. No, no. How about you send me off to my father," I put a finger on my chin and pretended to think, " Oh that's right! No one knows who my 'daddy' is, much less where he is." I smiled bitterly.
Kirova smiled back equally as bitter. "Oh my, I guess we have come to a dead end," she snapped her fingers, " Foster care!," the smile disappeared, "It is already arranged for you to be sent to a foster family in Russia. Siberia to be specific." My smile fell from my face and my eyes widened.
"R-Russia?" I shrieked. She nodded again. "Why Russia?" I gasped out.
"I want you as far away from this school as possible. And Russia is, sadly, the farthest away I can get you." She said casually as if it were nothing. I glared at her and stood up to leave. As I walked out the door I threw a few swear words at her.
End FlashBack
We were nearing the end of our 10 hour flight to Saint Petersburg. I watched out the window as we landed. I had been staring out the window the whole time, refusing to look at Alberta, who had lectured me on the ride to the airport. The scene had been rather pleasant. Russia had many big and colorful buildings that were breath-taking. I felt when we landed but I didn't move. Alberta nudged my arm.
"Come on, Hathaway. The Ivanovs' are waiting." I grudgingly got up and got off the plane with Alberta. Our luggage was waiting by a family of four. An older man and woman, a boy who looked about my age, and a girl who looked to be about 5.
"Privet! (Hello!)" Alberta greeted them in Russian. They exchanged greetings and the father looked at me.
"Eto horosho, chtoby vstretit'sya s vami, Rozmari, my tak mnogo slyshali! (It's good to meet you, Rosemarie, we have heard so much!)" He said with a sweet smile. I stared blankly. Alberta chuckled and translated for me, then looked back at the family.
"She doesn't know much Russian, I'm sorry." Alberta said with a small smile. The mother hugged me.
"No, no. It is us who are sorry. We had no clue." I gingerly hugged her back. "Now let me introduce myself, and my family. I am Raisa, but you may call me Raya. My husband is Danil, our oldest son is Grigory. Grisha is his.. Pet name. And Zhanna is our darling daughter." I bit my lip.
"I'm Rose." I said simply. Danil nodded.
"Roza. Beautiful." He smiled. "Thank you Ms. Petrov. I think we can handle her from here." I was confused for a moment, then I remembered that Petrov is Alberta's last name. Alberta glanced at me warily and I rolled my eyes.
"Would you rather bring me back to the Academy?" I asked teasing her. She chuckled. I had spent many hours of community service with her, and we had grown fond of each other.
"I think it would be best for you to stay. Now don't cause any trouble for them." I scoffed and she laughed. "Fine. Not too much trouble." She amended and gave me a quick hug. I hugged her back and followed the Ivanovs to their van. Danil and Grigory carried my bags, save a back pack which I carried. All the bags were loaded into the back of the van and Zhanna into her car seat.
"Rose, you will be sharing a room with Zhanna. I know that a 17 year old won't want to bunk with a 4 year old, but it's the only room we have." Raya said sweetly once we were all in the van. Danil and Raya sat up front, Zhanna in the middle row, and Grigory and I in the back. Danil started up the van. I looked at Grigory. He had shaggy blonde hair and brown eyes. He grinned at me. His smile was so cute. I laughed in my head at myself. I wouldn't fall in love with my foster brother.
"How old are you Grigory?" I asked, curiously. He pretended to think about it.
"19 in 5 months." He said finally. I nodded and looked him over. He wore jeans and a shirt that had Russian writing on it. I pointed to his shirt.
"What's it say?" I asked. Below the words was a picture of a girl.
"Tracktor Bowling." He translated. "Very good band. Would you like to hear?" He produced a pair of head phone from his pocket. I nodded and he handed them over. Grigory pulled out his black iPod and hit play. Music started.
Of course it was in Russian so I didn't understand any of it, except for a few words. I heard "heart", "glass", and "slowing" often. When the song ended I gave the head phones back.
"You like?" Grigory asked. I nodded a little. Even though I hadn't understood it, I liked the beat and music. Drums and a guitar were kind of universal. Grigory smiled and I sat back. As soon as I closed my eyes to relax, the van stopped. I groaned and opened my eyes to a two story pale grey house. Raya was getting Zhanna out of the car seat and Danil was making his way to the front door.
Raya cooed softly to Zhanna in Russian as she carried her to the house. Grigory motioned for me to get out of the van ahead of him. I nodded in thanks. I got out and stretched my legs. Grigory got out after me and shut the van door. The others had already gone in. Grigory gave me a brief smile and walked to the front door. I followed him inside and shut the door behind me. I stood awkwardly in the doorway.
"Davai, davai (Come on, come on). Shoes off, Roza." Danil stood by a set of stairs carrying all my bags. I took off my shoes and walked the 3 steps to the stairs. I took one of my 3 bags and the back pack. Danil started up the stairs so I followed him. At the top he took a right and then a left. He stopped at a pink door.
"This is your room." He set down one suitcase and opened the door. I walked in with my back pack and suitcase and looked around. The walls were painted a bright pink with pictures of the Disney princesses everywhere. There were two beds. One was a toddler bed and had a pink bedspread. The other was a twin bed with a deep purple bedspread. There were two dressers, both brown and a brown desk with a purple desk lamp. The rest of the room was scattered with toys and books.
At the end of the room it was rounded and from the outside it looked like a castle turret. Most of the wall was window in that part and there was a cushion run along the wall as a window seat. I moved to the big window and looked out onto the street.
"Do you like it?" Danil asked softly. I turned around and nodded with the slightest of smiles. "I'm glad, now you may put your clothing and personal items in this dresser." He rested the suitcases next to the dresser closest to the purple bed. I nodded again and he smiled. "Dinner is at 5:30. Be down and washed up at 5:25." With that Danil left the room and shut the door.
I collapsed on the bed and took out my cell phone. I looked at the time. 4:00pm here… meant it was 6:00am back at the Academy where Lissa was. She was probably up by now, so I dialed in her number quickly. The phone rang twice before she picked up.
"Hello?" Lissa voice sang.
"Liss! I miss you already." I said happily. I heard her gasp.
"Rose! Where are you?"
"Kirova shipped me off to a foster home. In Russia." I grumbled. I talked to Lissa for an hour and a half, complaining about Russia and missing everyone back home already.
"Roza! Dinner is ready!" Danil called up the stairs. I groaned.
"Lissa, I have to go. Danil says its dinner time." She laughed.
"Yea, I have to go get breakfast. I'll talk to you later! Miss you!" She said.
"I miss you, too. Bye." I hung up and put the phone in my pocket. I went downstairs and found 3 closed doors. I took a gamble and tried the first one to my left. IT looked like a kitchen, so I tried the next one. I found the family sitting at a dinner table. I came in and sat down in the empty chair by Grigory.
"Roza. You are late." Danil scolded. "Now what we have for dinner is salmon with salad." My stomach did I flip.
"I'll just have a salad." I said. Danil scowled a little again but gave me some salad. I ate the salad slowly while everyone else ate.
Grigory and Raya spoke in Russian to each other softly for a minute. Then Raya switched to English.
"Roza, Grisha is going to go walk about with his friends Valentin and Ekaterina. Would you like to join him? His friends are your age." I took a bite of salad. And finally I nodded. It would be better than hanging out with Zhanna. Grigory finished his food quickly and looked at me.
"Davai, Roza!" He said with a smile. I finished my salad and stood up.
"Let me get something before we go." I said as I hurried up the stairs. I grabbed my money. Alberta had helped me exchange all my American money for Russian money. I looked down at myself.
I was wearing a tight black tee with the word Nirvana scrawled on it. I had on blue jeans and pink socks. I stuffed my money in my pocket with my phone. I dashed down the stairs and slipped on my shoes. Grigory was standing there with a jacket on and a guitar case in hand.
"You'll need a coat. It gets chilly." Grigory said.
"Uh.. I didn't bring one.." I said slowly. He laughed and turned to the coat rack and dug around a little. He pulled out a black leather jacket.
"Here, this is mine so it might be a little big." Grigory handed me it. I took it and put it on. The sleeves were a little long, but otherwise it wasn't to bad. I dug around in my mental 'English-Russian dictionary' for the word Thank You.
"Sobaka…" I said hesitantly. Grigory burst out in laughter.
"That means Dog. What were you trying to say?" He asked with a huge grin.
"Thanks. That is what I was going for…"
"Then you want Spasibo." I nodded and repeated him.
"Good job. And your welcome." The doorbell rang. "Oh that will be Valentin and Ekaterina." Grigory opened the door and there were two people standing at the door. The girl (Ekaterina) wore black skinny jeans, blue DC's, and a shirt like Grigory's. Her hair was long and black. It was up in a ponytail.
The boy (Valentin) wore red skinny jeans, a plain black shirt, and black sneakers. He greeted Grigory in Russian and then looked at me. He whistled and said something in Russian as he winked. I had no clue what he said, but I decked him in the face anyway. He shouted something and grabbed his nose. Grigory and Ekaterina started laughing.
Grigory led me out side and shut the door. He said something to the other two and Ekaterina nodded.
"Sorry for Valik. He said you were hot, by the way. And you can call me Katya. So you are Grisha's foster sister?" she asked.
"I guess." I shrugged. Valik finally pulled his hand from his face.
"You got a good hand, rebenok." Valik glared at me. I stared at him.
"Rebenok is baby or child." Grigory said.
"Oh. Thanks then." I said. Valik started walking and Grigory jogged to catch up with him. Katya and I walked a few feet behind them.
"How long are you staying, Rose?" She asked me, causally. I bit my lip.
"Hopefully not long." I explained to Katya about my expulsion from St. Vlad's. She laughed when I finished.
"Your teacher, Kirova, sounds like a... I don't know English word... Suka is our word though." Katya said.
I shrugged. "Where are we?" I asked as we caught up with the guys who had stopped in front of a building. There were neon green Russian words on the front, and a big man standing by the door.
"Its club. We are seeing Tracktor Bowling." She touched her shirt. Katya's head shot up as Grigory and Valik talked to the big guy.
She brought her voice to a whisper. "You have to be 18 to get in. No I.D necessary though. Just say 'Mne vosemnadtsat'." I nodded. The guys went in and Katya took me up to the big guy. She talked to him for a minute. Then he turned to me.
"A ty?(And you?)" He asked.
"Mne vosemnadtsat.(I am 18)" I said quickly. He nodded and shooed us in. Katya grinned at me. We went in and there was a lot of talking and shouting. I saw Valik and Grigory standing on the edge of the crowd. Each had two drinks. We got to them and Valik gave Katya a drink. Grigory gave me one that he had.
"What is it?" I practically shouted.
"Vodka." Grigory shouted back. I grinned.
"You Russians know how to party!" I yelled back as I slammed it.
A/N:
:D How you like so far? I'm sorry if there are mistakes . I sat here for a few hours listening to BassHunter and writing this... Haha. I'll try to post again tomorrow. NO PROMISES!
And sorry its so short...
-Megan