Andreikov slowed the buggy as he neared the middle height of the tallest hill in gravity falls. The large, intricate gate was shut in front of him, thick and unscaleable. A speaker box with a button underneath was tapped onto the face of an impressively crafted bar of brass which stuck out of the ground, imitating a daffodil or a rose, or perhaps a combination of both. Andreikov pushed the button and spoke his name. "Andriekov Proshlovik." To his surprise, and despite all the letters to and from his family and this one, the person on the line yelled with disgust.
"Who is that speaking gibberish at the gate at this time of night?!"
"My name is Andreikov Proshlovik, I'm here as a youth ambassador, posol, on behalf of my father." Still, the voice boomed in ignorance.
"Listen, I do not know what you are talking about. If you're trying to get money from me, go away." Andy tried again.
"I am not here for money. You promised my parents that you would pro-vide eccomodetion, to me while I learn about American culture." The voice on the other end took some time to answer.
"What did you say your name was again?" Whoever it was, he was obviously calmed by the promise of no sort of money claim.
"Proshlovik, Andreikov Proshlovik, from Seint Petersburg." The other end of the line crackled, as if someone was sifting through files.
"Ah, yes, of course. How rude of me, your Pacifica's little foreign playmate! Let me get the door for you my good man." The gate jiggled, clearly not well maintained, and shifted slowly apart, leaving a gap just wide enough for Andreikov's buggy to fit through. Andy was glad he hadn;'t invited Wendy to join him, the whole exchange was fairly embarrassing.
At the top of the hill, a large mansion made of wooden logs and polished marble sprung out of the ground, like a white nail on the end of a great green thumb. As he pulled up to the structure, two maids opened the door, and out came a small girl, followed by a tall, thin woman and a similarly thin man. "Good evening Young master!" came the friendly cry from the direction of the entrance. Stepping out of his vehicle, Andreikov realised the trio had not dared to leave the third step, and that the woman had wasted no time in hurrying the maids to help the boy. "I trust your trip over was pleasant!" the man tried again to illicit a response from Andy, who didn't quite feel in the mood to reply.
"I have to say, Mr. Northwest, that despite the beauty of Alaska, I could have done without the cross country car trip." The servants were at his buggy now, awaiting directions. Despite his family being among the more powerful back home, Housemaids were never a luxury that the Proshlovik's could afford. "No thank you, I could do with the exercise." The maids nodded, but stuck by him, glancing once at the owners of the mansion.
"Feel free to let the servants take your luggage for you, uh, my good man!" Andreikov gathered his things from the back compartment of his small vehicle, and trudged towards the stairs.
"Thank you, Mr. Northwest, for your hospitality." Andreikov had reached the stairs now, and despite the Northwests standing on a step above him, he looked down at the man that wore the expensive navy blue cashmere dressing gown. "But it is not the Proshlovik way." Andy gestured, and the Nothwests bade him entrance to the gigantic house, larger even, than his own family's estate back home.
"Where did you say you were from again dear?" the tall woman asked at the door, while Andreikov took off his shoes.
"Seint Petersburg. In Russia" Andriekov looked, a deadpan smile on the tall blonde's face. "Out of town." He clarified, and that seemed to be enough for the woman.
"How long is he here?" asked the little girl. The father looked like he was about to chastise her, so Andreikov answered her quickly.
"When I understand why America is country that Russia can learn very much from, then I can go home and report my answer to my father." The man smiled with a satisfied smirk, before nodding to both the little girl and the woman, before trudging up the stairs, probably heading to his room.
"Pacifica, how about you show… Our guest here to his room, your father and I are a bit tired after today's trip to the clinic." The young girl rolled her eyes, earning a glare from the tall woman. Pacifica hung her head and the woman turned, heading for the stairs. "Goodnight all!" She exclaimed theatrically before disappearing.
Convinced her mother was gone, the blonde tween sighed and sagged. "Which room do you want? Big and furnished, but not that easy to keep warm, or the smaller room?" Andreikov hoisted his bags and thought before looking at the small girl.
"Whichever one is closer, if you please." Andreikov tried to sound jovial, but the tweens mood was too far gone.
"Come with me, she stated coldly.
Author's Note:
Hi guys!
Sorry, I have not published anything in a while. I'm suffering from writer's block (Bleugh) and have to study for exams (Double Bleugh). I was having trouble wording this the way I want it, and hopefully you guys like it. Review and I hope you enjoyed!