The red-haired Russian girl rubbed her hands nervously, trying to download those of their anxiety, but nothing seemed to calm her, knowing he had to do the right thing.
She could not leave his friends in jail, could not wait for Julia or other sopraggiungessero who knows how long, he had to do something, period.
"Miss, a legal document" asserted the prison guard to the girl.
Her moments later handed their ID cards with a face that did not express any emotion, despite already knew everything.
The girl had been through hell, had literally lost herself, changing inwardly, but he'd done it.
Sonja had become stronger, yet it did not feel quite ready to fight.
She had fought for a whole year, alone, helpless, hopeless, the girl without any support and she had gained almost nothing from the evil that had surrounded her.
Sonja for a long time she did not understand either what was happening, and although she recovered a small part of his memories, she knew that he had the full picture.
The girl had known the dark darker, colder than hell, and only with great difficulty had rebuilt the pieces of her life, and this was only one who unconsciously had saved her life: Elèna.
She had to fight for their loved ones, and that time was ready to confess all, aware that she could no longer fight alone, was tired of doing it.
She was no longer a doll.
Sonja had stopped being afraid, she had had too much in the past and it was time to fight.
She was back, again. She was not going to leave, but first Sonja had to post bail for Yuri and Boris, and then had to create a plan.
Aware that she could no longer act alone, she needed their help, unfortunately.
"Her name?" the man asked kindly and giving her a look respectful.
"Sonja, Sonja Ivanova" she said with a cold stare as the guard appended his signature on a form and then pass it to the Russian, indicating a point on the sheet.
The Moscow girl got into the car, waiting patiently for the release of Yuri and Boris began tapping her fingers on the steering wheel.
Julia was in the house.
She stood there, firm and motionless on the bed, unable to move and think.
It was all too rushed and lacks any logic and although her friends continue to give her support, she still felt worthless.
Had not been able to do anything for his brother and above all could not help her Yuri, wrongly accused.
It was to say the least absurd what happened in that same room the day before.
The images continued to flow slowly in her head, almost as if they were the sequences of an old silent movie.
She could not sit still there without a fight, had to make sense of that mission.
Quickly got dressed and after grabbing the car keys, move impulsively, she started the car with a single thought in his head pounding.
"I have to pull out Yuri and Boris".
Meanwhile, inside the prison, the two young men were seeking the look of Julia, but the Spanish did not see even the shadow, and what they had been troubled.
The two exchanged perplexed, and soon reached a guard, hoping to get answers about the brown.
"Excuse me, can you tell me where is the girl who paid our deposit? She is tall, beautiful and makes the singer. Her name is Julia Fernández" he said Yuri scrutinizing the man with an air of superiority.
The policeman looked at the first register, and then the two boys with a skeptical look, then burst into laughter which annoyed the two Muscovites.
"I do not think that a singer can have a relationship with a criminal like you. Anyway, the girl who is presented here for you gave her name as Sonja Ivanova".
"No way," hissed the two teeth.
In one way or another that name never abandoned them, almost as if he constantly persecuted. Just then their phones rang in unison. Both had just received a message from anonymous sender.
"I'll wait outside."
Sonja was waiting in his car, he tied her red hair in a ponytail messy, then hide them under a human hair, and had concealed his blue eyes under a pair of sunglasses.
She knew that this disguise, as she could hate him, she knew it was necessary for the two boys not to exchange for Elèna.
Thing that could happen anyway because it looked like.
Saw Yuri and Boris leave the police station, and promptly left the car.
A sweet smile painted on his lips, and if he could at that moment would follow them in seconds but under the circumstances he could, aware that his cover would be blown; What he had to avoid at all costs.
"Boris, Yuri! Get in your car," the redhead ordered coldly, despite itself felt in many other emotions.
He was frustrated because he could not reveal his identity, but also happy because was reviewing a small part of his family.
It was extremely difficult for her to remain cold and impassive, but he was also aware that he needs their help.
"Who knows what they'll think when they find out who I am," he thought Sonja worried, especially because he was afraid that she would not be believed.
"Why should we carry out the orders of a stranger?" Yuri snapped poisonous and irritated by the absurd situation.
After all he was talking to a person, probably crazy or dangerous, that was passed off as his sister and that was tremendously perverse, at least for his taste.
She started to think about it, trying to give a good answer, but at that time she did not even know what to say, so he began to curse mentally.
It had been a fool to show up in that place without having prepared a speech convincing, and yet he knew with whom he was dealing.
"I have some important information to give you, but if you want to know how you should work. And in any case I am on your side, just give me a way to prove it"
"How can we trust a person who does not know?" Boris asserted coldly.
She smiled again, and soon after, supporting his body with little thanks to the car door said:
"BoBo, I'm here because I have my reasons, and above all I have news about Sonja".
Hearing those words, the two looked at each other in alarm, they had to know. "Why did you use the name of my sister?" Yuri asked coldly.
"Like I said, if you want answers you'll have to follow me," he said the red car coming in and shutting the door firmly.
And so, despite not he trusted that girl, degnarle without even a look, got into the car.
But before entering the red car looked angrily the Russian, and coldly asserted:
"If you try to trick you're dead."
"Really funny told by someone charged with attempted murder" Sonja replied mockingly.
God, how she had missed his brother ?.
Julia parked the car without worrying about putting her in a double row, basically little care.
Quickly stepped out of the car, running like hell inside gray building that was surrounded by wire, without paying much attention to the various police that the warning them not to run.
But what of the others said little mattered, quickly scanned the room and after finding a security guard came to meet him, and with a look at all reassuring uttered:
"I'm here to pay the deposit of Yuri Ivanov and Boris Huznestov".
The uniformed man looked at her with a look outraged and after a few seconds he said:
"The deposit has already been paid."
Julia was silent, unable to mumble word.
She was afraid that something had happened to his loved ones.
Who could pay the deposit?
Everything seemed to her too confused and devoid of any logic.
She swallowed, and clearing his voice asked:
"Who?".
"Sonja Ivanov" the guard replied with an annoyed tone failure because of that woman.
The Spanish girl winced on hearing that name as her fears were making life too fast.
Certainly was for something, she was sure.
Julia quickly turned away without saying goodbye, and the risk of 'tripping over his own feet quickly rummaged in her bag looking for her cell phone.
He dialed the number but Yuri's cell phone was off and that the latter had further worried, so he decided to leave a message on the answering phone Russian screaming, forgetting the place where he was.
"Yuri Ivanov, as soon as you live you'll swear that I feel.
Where the heck are you? Does it seem normal to leave a cabbage in prison without telling me? When you come home you feel. "
He observed the environment around her with a blank stare, unable to think, except for the emptiness he was feeling.
Who could be so mean to impersonate his dead friend?
And most of what had happened to Yuri?
Everything seemed too absurd.
Quickly she crossed the gate and entered the car without realizing it and then put it in motion, ready to look for his friends all over the city.
The journey was fast, but for all time seemed to not spend.
Suddenly the Moscow stopped the car right in front of the former home of Yuri, and this left the two young people without word.
It was even worse to be there before, especially because that apartment had been the star of many happy moments.
Boris's mind immediately formed a small reminder: the exact moment when he met Sonja.
*Flashback*
- It was a hot summer of 2008, and that morning Yuri seemed to be more irritable than usual.
"Here comes the earthquake," she asserted the Russian with a flat tone, although in itself was more than happy arrival of his sister.
"To whom are you referring?" He asked Boris, and his roommate, curiously.
"There comes her" replied the young man with pride, almost as if to emphasize something more than obvious.
"The famous Sonja".
As soon as the platinum had finished he is saying that phrase rang the bell repeatedly.
The two went to open to find himself a girl identical to Yuri, same look, same expression impassive with his arms crossed in front of the chest.
"Yuri Ivanov! Great dickhead! It seems fair to leave a helpless girl, in front of a door?" He thundered the sixteen year old girl moving with force and the two boys into the house without waiting to be invited.
"Alone and helpless? You?" She retorted the angry red.
He loved his sister, but sometimes he would kill her with his own hands, yet he knew that without her would never be the same.
But this would never have admitted it.
After the Moscow turned a look at Boris, and a hint of a faint smile said:
"Hello, you're Boris, right?".
Although the gesture was somewhat simple he seemed to have attracted the attention of platinum.
"Exactly, Sonja".
She held out a hand and he immediately returned the gesture, enchanted by those eyes as beautiful as cold.
He did not believe in love, but at that time he could not help but think of her. –
*Stop Flashback*
"Huznestov, you move to come in?" the girl asked the young Muscovite bringing to reality.
He gave her a scowl, and as soon as she was inside snapped:
"So, what the heck do you want?".
The woman made her gaze wander before the brother and then the husband.
Inside himself he felt anxiety and fear, but knew he had to be reborn like a phoenix, was aware that what he was doing probably would change too many things.
With a dreadful slowness took off his hat and glasses, while her red hair down messy down the back, as her body seemed to be shivering.
He clenched his fists at his sides trying to be brave.
"Sonja and I'm still alive"
"No way" said the two in disbelief, almost as if they had seen a ghost.
That could not be the reality, that situation was to say the least unreal, and yet they could not help but feel like the stormy sea.
Space author:
Um, here we are again cruelly * grins Carmen*
Sonja is back, again!
Sonja will be really? And how they are connected the two girls?
I add that the part of Julia is purely wanted so fast, mostly because I wanted to stop in this sense of speed in his actions. (In addition to being something added to a second reading, I actually chapters ready until the thirteenth but I added another here and there)
So now I eclipsed in my world xD
We feel here in less than a week with "Russian roulette".
