Here is chapter 3! Thank you so much for all your awesome reviews! I love writing hehe. If there is something in my writing that is crappy please tell me =) I'll try and fix it.
For all the questions you have asked, I really really really want to answer them, but it will kind of ruin the plot. I have it all mapped out and all your questions will be answered =)
One I can answer is that Janine's new husband is not Dimitri's father.
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Chapter 3

When the train jerked to a stand still, I tried my best to keep the pout off my face. Dimitri got up swiftly, taking my handbag from my lap and holding his hand out once more to help me up, very gentlemanly.

Dimitri. It felt better now to finally put a name to the face I would never forget. It was an unusual name, well maybe in Russia it wasn't, but to me it was strange, yet alluring in a way I can not describe. It fitted him perfectly.

It struck me that he had said he was getting off on the fourth stage, not the third, but I took his hand anyway, eager to feel the almost electric shock again, and got up. Neither one of us seemed to want to let our hands be apart, his fingers were curled around mine firmly, and I was clinging on to him as well. I looked up into his eyes to see them staring back down at me with a strange expression, one I could not put my finger on.

This brought him back to reality again and he seemed to notice our hands were still connected.

He dropped my hand and extended the other with my handbag in it towards me. Once I had taken it, he wheeled my bigger bag over to the exit and lifted it to the ground for me.

"Where are you headed?" He asked, remaining on the train as other people filed out beside him.

"Umm…" I began, searching in my handbag for the address I had scrawled onto a piece of paper hastily. "This street." I added, handing him the paper.

Once he had taken it and his eyes were examining my messy handwriting, I realised it was probably not wise to be telling a stranger where I was living. Before I could worry any more, he smiled and handed the paper back.

"Once you leave the station and reach the main road, you will see it on your left." He directed, gesturing behind me.

"Thank you. I'll see you again." I spoke softly, trying to make it not sound like a desperate question, and miserably failing.

"Yes, Roza." He murmured, lifting my hand to his lips once more.

I breathed in a shaky breath as they skimmed my knuckles.

"Bye, Comrade." I spoke confidently, trying to show he hadn't phased me.

He smiled once more and stepped back, allowing the train doors to close and speed off.

I stood there for a while, just staring after the train, watching as it speed towards wilderness.

"Yep." I muttered under my breath. "Not seeing him again."

I sighed and turned, following his directions.

I wheeled my suitcase out through the ticket office gate, getting a burst of Russian lingo from the guy behind the counter.

I pretended like I couldn't hear him.

Why for the love of God, could no one else seem to notice I didn't speak Russian, when Dimitri had? I swear I should have a sticker on my forehead telling the world, just to clear things up.

I huffed along to the main road, then turned left like Dimitri had said to.

So, yes, my first impression of Russia was entirely wrong.

They did - in fact- have running water. I hadn't seen proof of that per say, but Dimitri had smelt super good so running water was the logical answer.

And when they could speak English, they were very polite.

I kept stumbling along the road for what seemed like forever until I finally came to a house with the number I had been given. I crossed the road carefully, still not being able to investigate how Russian's were at driving, and walked up the porch stairs, drumming my fist on the door.

I waited a few moments while I heard shuffling behind the door and then it finally clicked open.

"Hey, Mom." I said quickly, ducking in the door before she could register who I was.

"How was you're flight?" She asked, closing the door and locking it.

"Good." I said vaguely, dumping my bags and falling onto one of the sofas in the lounge.

Mom followed in after me, sitting on one of the near by ones. It was kind of awkward for a bit, so I sat up to look at her.

"Do you know a place called Baia?" I asked, adjusting the pillows on the couch before looking back at her. Her mouth was set in a grim line as she looked at me.

"There is no such place. Why?" She asked tightly.

Touchy subject much?

"I met this guy on the-"

"You always meet guys." She cut me off, trying to avoid the subject, I think. But that back fired and just made me all the more curious.

I gave her a dirty look and continued. "I met this guy on the train, Dimitri." As I said his name, I tried to not think about him too much for fear of going all goo-goo eyed. "He was coming here to visit his family in Baia from Montana." I continued, hoping I had remembered the name correctly. "He had the same tattoo's as you too, the ones on your neck."

If I had thought her face was grim before, it was like death warmed up now. Her entire frame had gone rigid, but she shook it off, seeming to try act too unaffected, but I wasn't fooled.

"How old was he?" She asked in a sort of way that was like she was trying to appear to change the subject, but wasn't really.

"Twenty-four." I told her honestly, forgetting that even though she wasn't a good one, she was still a mother.

"Rose-" She groaned, shaking her head.

"Chill, will you? We are just friends." I told her, getting up and walking into the kitchen. Everything in this house was open and flowing, kind of weird.

"But you won't be anymore. You are not to see him again, or go anywhere near Baia." She followed me, telling me sternly with her finger jabbing at me like a threat. I ignored her obvious attempt at parental authority and picked up a rosy apple from the bowl on the counter.

"Thought it didn't exist." I replied casually, taking a bite.

"It doesn't." She spoke back quickly.

"Mm-hmm." I mumbled sarcastically around my bite of apple. "Ew, Russia needs new apples." I told her, throwing my bitten apple into a bin I saw by the counter as I walked back towards my bags.

"Rose!" She continued the lecture, following me.

"Where is my room?" I asked, ignoring her lecture. I loved winding her up.

"Rosemarie! You are not to see him! Or go to Baia!" She shouted up the stairs I had already begun to climb with my bags.

"Sure thing. I take it left is mine?" I called back, taking a nosy in all the rooms.

I heard her huff loudly from downstairs, mentally picturing how she would be standing, pinching the bridge of her nose, like always.

"Yes, Rose." She sighed again.

I smiled, satisfied with myself and chucked my stuff on the double bed. The room was small, but not enough to make me claustrophobic. The double bed took up a lot of the space, with an end table on the window side. There was a desk opposite with a pretty busted up looking computer, a few picture frames arranged.

I noticed none of them were of Dad.

I spent some time in my new room, setting all my stuff in and trying to make it as homely as possible. But I knew it never could be.

I collapsed down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling for a while before deciding I'd better get over my jetlag sooner rather than later.

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