Two weeks later

I wake up to sunlight streaming in through a partially open curtain, I groan and roll over.

"What time is it?" I mumble shielding my eyes with my arm.

"It's about two thirty." James says.

"What?" I sit up and rub the sleep out of my eyes, James is sitting on his bed flicking through different channels on the TV.

"We only just made it to the room before you fell asleep, you've been out of it ever since."

"Why didn't you wake me! We should have crossed the Russian border by now!" I exclaim throwing off the duvet and leaping out of bed.

"No need to get your knickers in a twist! We have plenty of time."

"No we don't we need passports, visas, everything!" I grab my clothes and stride into the bathroom. I have quick shower and wash worst of the past days grime off before hurriedly getting changed. I step out of the bathroom to find James still flicking through TV channels aimlessly.

I sigh heavily before walking to the TV and pulling the worn cable out of the plug socket.

"What the hell!" James cries. "I was watching that!"

I turn to face him scowling. "If you want to get back, we need supplies-"

"-you still haven't told me about how you know CHERUB!" James cuts in.

"And you will shut up and come with me to buy those supplies."

I put on my shoes, jacket, scarf, gloves and beanie before snatching up my wallet and hotel keys. I stop by the door and glance back at James who is still sprawled across the bed. "You coming?"

He sighs heavily, grumbles something unintelligent before slipping on shoes and a jacket I had bought him back at the last town. He walks past me and I shut and lock the door behind him.

We take a short walk through the snow to a small convenience store and by the time we arrive my teeth are chattering and my lips turning blue.

"Why is it so bloody cold?" James sighs stepping inside the warm store.

"Just is." I say switching to Russian, I know that if anyone hears James or mine British accent it will cause heads to turn.

I walk down various isles, collecting different food and drinks and placing them in the basket which is slung across James's arm.

"Now for the fun part." I say reaching for a packet of blonde hair dye and inspecting the packet. "You should probably go black." I muse holding a different carton next James's head and tilting my head slightly.

James scowls at me and I smile in return. "I am loving this no speaking thing!" I whisper.

He growls and snatches the hair dye out of my hands and places it in the basket before marching towards the till.

I open the packets of hair dye and pour the black dye into the specified bottle, I give it a quick shake before passing it over to James.

"Scrub it evenly through your hair, until it foams." I say ripping open my own packet of hair dye.

"I still don't see why I couldn't go brown?" James says as he scrubs the liquid through his hair.

Once we both have foamy heads we place the shower caps on our heads. "Now we have to wait." I say switching the countdown timer on my phone.

James settles down on his bed and starts to flick through the channels before settling on a soccer match between Man United and Birmingham City.

"You like soccer?" I ask reaching for the mini laptop in my bag.

"It's called football and yes I do." he says. "The Americans say soccer."

"Ugh, same difference." I sigh turning on the laptop.

"Where are you from?" James asks not tearing his eyes from the screen.

"Why should I tell you?"

"We have been travelling together for the past two weeks and if I have to trust you, then I should at least know where you are from." he says glancing over at me.

"Fine, I'm from New Zealand." I say changing my accent back to the familiarity of the kiwi one.

"Cool, how did you end up here?"

I frown at the screen; I had been expecting that question. "That I can't tell you."

James sighs and returns his attention back to the screen.

I connect to the internet by hacking through the hotels feeble attempt at disabling the internet until you paid. I search for the Russian visa site and after a few false sites I hit the jackpot. I flex my fingers and glance at the timer on my phone. Only half an hour to hack into the server and print off two perfectly good visas. I grin to myself as I mentally accept the challenge. After a couple of clicks I the screen is black and I am hurriedly tapping in various javascript codes.

The sound of the alarm breaks my train of thought and I stare at the screen as I try to grasp it.

"I'll go wash this dye out." James says, I nod but don't tear my eyes from the screen.

Within ten minutes I have successfully saved two visas for James Volkof and Anastasia Solcova which are ready to print, and I covered my tracks.

James walls back into the room with dry black hair. "Your turn."

"Suits you." I note.

"Whatever." he grumbles.

I wash my hair, turning the water at my feet a dull yellow colour. I step out the bathroom a blonde, and its not the first time.

"Suits you." James says.

"I know." I say. "Go stand with your back to that wall."

"Why?" James asks from his place on the bed.

I sigh and grab my camera. "Just do it."

James stands up and walks over to the wall and faces me. I take a photo and check it in the preview. "Not bad."

"Can I see?" James asks.

"In a second, take my photo."

I switch places with James and he snaps my picture. I take the camera and plug it into the computer. James hovers beside me.

"Why don't you go to the printer? I have just sent something. Type three, two, seven and it should print off to visas."

"Righty-ho." James leaves the room as I get to work on creating the two European passports.

By the time James is back I have created two British Passports, with both out photos in. He passes me the crisp paper and I fold it a couple times until it looks worn.

"Ready to move out?" I ask placing the visas inside the passports and walking over to my bag.

"Of course." James says.


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