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Alexandra got in the bed and took the cap off the pen trying to figure out what to write. She was grateful she had several sheets of paper so if she messed up she could always rewrite it. Setting the pen on the paper she began to write in cursive writing the Cyrillic letters that comforted her. She was fluent in both Russian and English and her parents had taught her how to write in Cyrillic.
The only noise was the sound of the pen scratching against the paper. Finally she took her pen off the paper and read what she had written. "Is this good?" She asked as Malachi walked over and took the paper from her reading it. He nodded. "Yes. This is all the United States needs to know." He said to her.
The letter had read:
I have no wish to be in America anymore. I do not want to grow up in an orphanage until I turn 18. I do not want to live or be in the country that couldn't even be bothered to look for me. America didn't even look for me in other countries! Instead it was Mossad that found me.
I like it here in Israel even after what has happened: much more then America. Mossad has taken care of me. I am well and Mossad has done me no harm.
Sincerely
Alexandra Katerina Petrova
She nodded and capped the pen. "I assume you want to know the extent of your injuries?" Liat asked. "I already know my injuries." She answered. "I am going to give this to Director David." Malachi said stepping out of the room before going to the Director's office. "Come in." The Director said. Malachi entered the office. "Director: the girl wishes to stay here." Malachi reported handing the Director Alexandra's letter. Reading the letter he nodded. "Very well. Who will adopt an ex-American citizen though if America says that she has to be adopted to stay here?" Eli David said. "We can figure it out." Malachi answered. Director David shook his head. "No. I want to be able to tell America that we have someone willing to adopt her if America says so." Malachi thought for a few seconds. "Liat and I could." Eli looked surprised. "I was going to ask for her hand in marriage anyway. Her parents have already given me permission to ask her. Alexandra would be well protected with us. No one would be able to harm her." He elaborated. Eli nodded. "Alright. That will work provided your marriage won't get in the way of your ops and that Liat or you don't tell her anything unless you have my permission." Malachi spoke. "It won't Director. We won't tell her anything." Director David was silent for a few seconds. "Officer Tuvia and you do not have any other missions today. You both have done well. You are dismissed Officer Ben-Gideon." "Thank you Director David." Malachi left the Director's office and went back to where Liat and Alexandra were.
He entered the room noticing how the teenage girl flinched as he opened the door. He wouldn't be surprised if she had PTSD given what she went through. "The other three people along with you are Mossad operatives correct?" Alexandra asked. "Yes." Liat answered. "Officer Ziva David was the other woman with us when we rescued you. Officer Ari Haswari is Officer David's sister." Liat continued. "I'm Officer Malachi Ben-Gideon and that's Officer Liat Tuvia." Malachi spoke breaking the women's conversation. "How can Officer David and Officer Haswari be brother and sister? They have different last names." Alexandra observed. Malachi and Liat exchanged looks. She would make a good Mossad officer with her keen observation skills and after what she had been through. "Half-siblings." Liat answered still speaking in English.
"How did you know my name anyways?" Alexandra asked. "Your father connected an old friend of his still in the SVR. Said friend contacted the other agencies outside of the United States using his contacts. Mossad was one of the agencies that got contacted. Every agency contacted got some information about you though Mossad and the SVR had the most information about you." Malachi answered. She nodded satisfied with the answer.
"Do you mind answering a few questions about what happened there?" Liat asked. Alexandra nodded. "Not at all." "Alright. Do you mind telling us what they wanted you to tell them?" Liat asked. "I don't know what they wanted from me. They kept demanding for me to tell them what I knew. I didn't know anything though. My parents never told anything about what they did in the Soviet Union though I knew what they were in the army. Father worked in missiles while mother was in linguistics translating. I don't know what she translated or what he was working on though I never asked. I don't know what my father did in the SVR. I didn't tell them anything." She answered. "They said it'd stop, that they'd stop, if I just told them what I knew." The girl continued. "What would stop?" Malachi asked. "The pain. The first time I got interrogated I got a knife dug into my arm, broke my wrist and then a beating. I passed out; I couldn't handle it. When I woke up I was in different clothes and everything that I had was gone even my shoes. They-they had raped me while I was passed out and I never even knew." She finished. "Alright. Thank you Alexandra. You've done well." Malachi said. Liat glanced at the girl who was still in the clothes they had found her in. "I can get you some clothes tomorrow Alexandra or we have some uniforms that might fit you if you don't mind wearing a uniform." Liat offered. "At this point I'll take anything I can get." Alexandra said. "Toda." She thanked the officer as Liat left to go find the uniform leaving Malachi in the room.
"You love her." Alexandra stated. Malachi looked at her. "How did you know?" He asked. "You look at her the same way my parents look-looked- at each other." She answered. The rest of the time was spent in silence until Liat came back with a uniform and boots. She handed them to Alexandra who took them gratefully. "A bathroom is down that hall. Do you need help getting there?" Liat asked. Alexandra shook her head. "No but thank you." She responded before getting out of the bed. What used to be khaki cargo pants were cut into short shorts and a navy blue t-shirt that was cut in several places. Walking she almost stumbled but regained her balance before either Mossad operative could steady her. She walked out of the room and down the hall towards the bathroom.
She glanced at the clothes and boots. They seemed to be the right size. She quickly changed into the uniform and laced up the boots. They were sturdy and would last a long time. She glanced at a mirror. Her hair was curly though disheveled. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair though it did no good. Collecting her used clothes she walked back to her room. The Mossad operatives were waiting as was Officer Haswari. "Officer Haswari." She acknowledged the man. He glanced at her. "I've come to put in your IV. I've also brought you some more water and food; you should try and eat some more as well as drink." He said as she gave a sharp nod.
Alexandra ate a few bites of the Israeli food and drank some of the water she had been handed before sitting on the bed. She rolled up the sleeve of the uniform as Ari swabbed the crook of her arm with an alcohol swab before sticking the needle in. She didn't flinch or even look worried about getting stuck with a needle. "The saline bag should be empty in two hours. One of the doctor's will be back in a bit to change it." Ari stated as she nodded. "How's your ankle?" He asked. "It's fine. Not swollen anymore." She answered. "The boots will keep your ankle from twisting or getting dislocated again." Ari said before walking out of the room.