Sonja could not be, that was definitely a Elèna's tiny trap.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion, and together drew their weapons kept well hidden.
They peered with them eyes, waiting for a move of the girl.
The mess had to end, and did not care if anyone would come out alive from the house: Sonja had to be avenged.
Among them it seemed to have gone down a silence broken only by their heavy breathing.
Sonja was afraid of what was to come, praying mentally convince her loved ones.
She closed his eyes, felt his heart beat too fast, really feared for her life at that time, aware that her absence had caused suffering friends.
She whole life seemed scroll in front like a film, including the last painful year.
She tried to speak, but the words seemed morirle throat with every breath.
She began to be lacking air.
Boris and Yuri watched the red girl angrily.
At that time even the much desired freedom seemed to have lost any value.
They had fought for years for escaping from perseguitatori Sonja, and yet, in one way or another evil invading always bully their lives.
It seemed to be a struggle relentlessly, and this time they seemed to be the losers.
They had ripped all the good of life from breast with arrogance, had not been able to say goodbye to anyone.
Hope, James and Julia ... they had dedicated their thoughts.
The girl put her hand on his chest, hoping to still the beating of his heart, but that does not at all reassured.
For a whole year she had ceased to live, she had been away from everything but above all by herself.
She had known the hell colder, she had seen the demons of the past and the most pure darkness, and only after a long time Sonja had begun to see the light.
The girl had to ask for help and that she had understood only by Elèna, when Sonja was declared dead.
"Run away, Ivanova! I'll take care of everything," she whispered in a brief moment of lucidity.
She had to save the girl, especially because she had finally discovered the truth.
Sonja lowered his head and simultaneously raised the gun from which shortly after he left a shot, closing his eyes to stop the tears.
They had to understand.
They followed moments of dead silence, while the heavy noise cut through the still air filling the room.
He lowered the gun and she slowly dropped, then throw the gun at the two boys.
"You're crazy Elèna. You surrender so easily" asserted Yuri mocking, despite the unexpected gesture had amazed him deeply.
"Yuri, I've always said that you're an idiot. I told you years ago, remember? Even during the first dance last year in high school when I've pretty much forced to go with Boris. Indeed, perhaps that was one of the few right things you've ever done. "
She knew that this was a private discussion between the twins and he hoped to have made him understand that she was not lying.
Yuri shook his head visibly stupid and in his heart he was really hoping that the girl was not lying, but he did not trust yet. It was still too little to be able to say with certainty that she was really Sonja.
Boris glanced incredulously before Yuri and then Sonja, and the only thing I could say was:
"What the fuck ...".
He looked again at the Moscow, looking for the differences between the two: the woman in the room was slightly higher Elèna, and then the voice.
The same, the same voice, the same that had been missing for a year, the one that had accompanied his dreams.
He stared incredulously, dropping the gun on the floor.
Time seemed to stand still, their eyes were seeking, challenging too.
It was really Sonja.
She was back.
"So you came to dance just because you did imposed Ivanov".
She smiled mockingly, and putting a finger to her lips and she said:
"It's a secret".
Boris wanted to shout for joy but he was also angry with her.
She had left him alone for a year, she had to believe him to be dead leaving a fucking letter, he had hurt live that way.
He wanted answers, but also certainty.
Yuri, however, still doubted that girl, and she seemed to notice, partly because he still held the gun pointed at her.
She took a few steps and were close to the stairs moving a few steps.
"You move?" She exclaimed the Russian girl turned abruptly.
The two exchanged a knowing look, and in silence they reached the top floor of the house.
When they were in the old room of the Russian, she turned on the computer, and soon after said:
"You want proof, right?".
"Exactly" replied Yuri skeptical, although a slight flame of hope was springing up in his heart.
When they were in the old room of the Russian, she turned on the computer, and soon after said:
She smiled at his brother, motioning them to move as he was starting a video call on Skype.
After a moment appeared a blurred image, which only became clear after several seconds: Elèna.
"What the fuck" hissed the two boys in unison, exchanging a confused look, while Sonja was talking to the girl haired blacks and blue eyes.
"So, how's Elèna?" she asked in a tone protective, but her interlocutor did not answer, indeed, ducked his head while some tears moistened her eyes.
"Katherine, I do not understand anything! Yesterday a strange thing happened to me but I'm not going to talk about it," replied the young man pulling the conversation abruptly.
"Katherine?" Yuri asked frowning.
"It's a long story that unfortunately I can not explain. Just know that she is convinced to have me killed, when in fact saved me and that in a sense is related to me."
"Ivanova, you disappear for a fucking year and now pretend to leave without answers?" Boris snapped irritably.
She looked from her husband and then his brother with a worried look.
She did not even know what to say or do, and saying nothing surpassed the two friends, and then down the stairs quickly being followed by both boys.
They were afraid that she might disappear again and had no intention to allow it.
"Sonja" Yuri stopped abruptly jerking and making her turn, he said: "How are you?".
She managed to give voice to the only thought that troubled him, although that phrase seemed to him as useless as silly.
Sonja knew what to do or how to behave and the only thing she could do was look at the two boys with his usual icy gaze.
"I had to come back" she replied coolly, despite her bright eyes betray her.
She was trying to dominate all the emotions, imposing mentally to stay away from her loved ones.
She was sick inside.
All the emotions she was feeling resembled a knife that tore his soul reducing it to shreds.
A few seconds later the red slapped his sister, she stroked his cheek sore in disbelief, then turned a gaze full of anger to twin.
That gesture had shocked, All the emotions she was feeling resembled a knife that tore his soul reducing it to shreds.
A few seconds later the red slapped his sister, she stroked his cheek sore in disbelief, then turned a gaze full of anger to twin.
That gesture had shocked,
although at the time she understood the reason for that gesture that had bothered her
- I have a brother stupid - she thought mentally.
They stared for a moment with a look full of unspoken words and secretly hidden in their hearts, and together they leaned toward each other hugging in a sweet embrace too often desired.
It was enough just a simple gesture so simple that their souls woke from that gloomy climate of the last year lived.
She began to cry on the shoulder of the red Russian, venting with tears the pain repressed.
She did not want to do but at the moment all its barriers that had arisen seemed to be sold in an instant.
He knew that from that moment on, nothing would be easy but it felt calm, knowing that I made the right decision.
Following the two parted reluctantly and Yuri left the apartment, leaving the couple alone.
Boris stared at his wife in anger, yet knowledgeable alive had brightened the mood to forgive her but first wanted answers - and also a little revenge '-.
Their eyes continued to seek and compete and silence fell between them seemed almost unreal, as if neither of them wanted to break that silence enchanted.
"So? What the hell have you done this year?" He asked the platinum with a harsh tone and crossing his arms in front of his chest.
He would not give her any satisfaction, after she had broken his heart.
She shook her head, and soon replied as coldly: "It would take a year to tell everything."
"I have time," he asserted with a mocking voice as he moved a few steps toward his wife.
"I have none, however. I have to leave."
He promptly put his arm around her shoulders blocking, warning in whether different emotions.
He could not allow her to leave without any explanation.
He was experiencing an inner battle, undecided on what to do; in fact he wanted to kiss Sonja but also wanted to resist.
After all, she was gone, without being heard for a year and especially without confirming that she was not dead.
It was despicable.
Just then he flashed a question in the mind of Boris "Who is the person we buried? None of this makes sense."
Sonja shrugged, pretending not to know anything.
He knew he should still keep some secrets, even if he could not wait to reveal all he knew, knowing that if she did at that moment Elèna could die.
And she had no intention of allowing this.
"It all makes sense BoBo, you just dig" she uttered solemn "Now can I have a kiss?" Sonja continued gently embracing her husband intoxicated with her scent.
He said nothing and relishing that sweet contact gently placed his lips on those of his wife; contact was a deep, slow and passionate.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still, there were only them.
"In any case, you're a bitch," said the Russian suddenly biting the lower lip of the red chuckled.
"Children? How are they?" shortly after she feebly asked, hoping they can be reunited soon.
Boris looked at her with a look of ice, with a reminder that had been difficult for him to grow by only two children without her.
"And you're not going anywhere, you come home with me," he added in a tone that brooked no argument.
Leaned their heads, and Sonja, in a voice choked with emotion he said:
"Boris, you have to wait. I love you, but trust me, once is not leaving you. I'll come back, I swear."
"You're not alone, whatever happens you are not alone," he retorted the platinum whispering lips of his wife, looking confident, even though he was afraid to fail.
"I want answers," Boris added, in a voice that brooked no argument.
Immediately she pulled away, trying to dry quickly a tear escaped and moments later he reached the door, leaving the Russian helpless.
He would do anything for her, and looking at the girl out of that house with a sad look said "See you soon" Sonja said with a glance veiled by a deep sadness and being.
She could not allow her family would pay for past mistakes.
They looked for a moment, greeting with them eyes.
The most heartbreaking farewell that had never exchanged.
Their hearts were united again, and this time no one was going to give up, there were too many things to fight for.
Sonja really believed, and yet she could not trust even to herself, being aware of endangering his family.
But that time was not to be surrendered, he was no longer alone.
She had to get out of this nightmare.
Space author:
Here I am with the second part of the previous chapter, and that's why I preferred to divide everything: give space to the emotions.
Let's say that I liked it but it's not for me to judge.
The song is " Russian roulette" by Rihanna
The next chapter is much more soft and you will see a tragicomic scene between Yuri and Julia *Carmen grins again *, and a bit 'of Mariam and Ozuma (I love them).
Until next week with "What is left between us?"
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