Now here is chapter 11! Sorry for the long wait anyone who has been reading this story! I keep forgetting I have to upload it here! And not just type in Word. Enjoy!

Natalya Corveshky

Hospital in Moscow

Natalya had been with Yuri in the hospital for two days or so, and the doctor's said today he could leave. Currently, she was in the waiting room with Yuri, as he was being signed out of the hospital. They all believed that Yuri was just a wounded traveler and that Natalya was a close friend. They hailed a taxi and Yuri gave the driver directions. He turned to look at Natalya.

"Here we are, away from Makarov and heading for safety." Natalya nodded, smiling, as she took her boots off. She had been walking and running in the heeled ankle boots for a few days, and it was killing her feet. She hadn't taken them off at all. They rode in silence for about half and hour maybe, until they got to the Loyalist base way outside of Moscow. Natalya paid the man about hundred dollars, even though he said that wasn't needed, since Yuri and her had been at the airport. She paid him anyways. They went up to the checkpoint booth, and the soldier inside examined them both.

"Identification please?"

"I am Natalya Corveshky. Is there a Nikolai here? He's a pilot, and works with the SAS in Britain a lot?" The soldier typed on a computer, then turned back to her.

"Da. He's here. Hold on." The man picked up a phone. "Privyet Nikolai. There is a Corveshky, Natalya here. She is here for you. Da, I'll let her through." The soldier put the phone down, then got out to open the gate for Natalya and Yuri. Minutes later, as they walked to the main building on the base, Nikolai ran outside towards them.

"Natalya! Privyet! You're alive!" He threw his arms around the Russian girl, and she put her arms around him too. "Who took you?"

"Makarov did. Nikolai this is-"

"Yuri? What the hell are you doing here?" Nikolai interrupted her.

"How do you know Yuri?" Nikolai replied to her question.

"I knew Yuri back when I was an informant among the Ultranationalists. I met Yuri and we became friends." Natalya's mouth formed an O.

"Oh. Well, I was at Zakhaev International Airport. Makarov shot Yuri and I ran away from Makarov as the FSB shot at Makarov and his men. Nikolai where's Soap?"

"Natalya, I was in Hamburg. That's where Kamarov sent me when he sent a squad to get me in Vacoyce. That transmitter you found? I put a code in there so the Loyalists would see it, which they did, so they rescued me. Soap and Price visited me in Hamburg, and I told them I didn't know who had taken you. After that, they left for the SAS base in Britain. I came back here just for well I don't know. In case you somehow escaped and came here? Which you did, so here I am!"

"Oh. So they are gone?" She couldn't help but fell saddened by that news. She had missed Soap, and even Price too. But maybe it was better that she stay here instead. Soap didn't need distractions, like Gaz had told her. Gaz...She missed him too now that she thought about him. Gaz and Price had both seemed like father figures to her. Hmm, father figures. That reminded her of her own father, who had left her with Makarov. She wondered where he was exactly.

Vladimir Makarov

Unknown Location

On the Phone

Vladimir Makarov held the phone to his ear, waiting for an answer.

"Hello? Identify yourself."

"Hello, I have some information you might want."

"What would that be?"

"Sasha Corveshky is currently staying at a hotel in Paris, France. It is two blocks from the Eiffel Tower, and it is the Boulevard Revoir hotel. He is staying in a room on the seventh floor. He has intel that would help the SAS greatly. Better hurry though, he won't be staying there long." Makarov ended the call, and smiled darkly to himself. Not for long though, since he thought about Sasha's daughter, Natalya. How she got away at the airport was something that angered him. She was important. She was what was going to get him money and or intel. "Oh well. Sasha is going to have quite a stay with the SAS." Makarov said to himself. "Quite the stay."

Natalya Corveshky

Loyalist Base, Russia

Natalya had caught up with Nikolai, and heard all about what he had been doing since they had been in Vacoyce. Right at that moment, they were sitting in the mess hall, eating lunch.

"You should see Soap and Roach." Nikolai had explained to Natalya that Soap was a new FNG in the new Task Force 141, and that he was under Soap's command. "They're just like Soap and Price together. I just helped them with evac in Brazil maybe a day ago? Then I came back here. But they hunted down Alexander Rojas. He was Makarov's gun supplier for that bloody killing at the airport. Lost two men though, Meat and Royce. Poor men. But Soap and Roach, they are just like Soap and Price when Soap was an FNG too." Natalya nodded, and couldn't help the next few words that came tumbling out of her mouth.

"Has Soap said anything about me?"

"Nyet. But Natalya, don't take that personally. He doesn't seem that in the present. He buries himself in missions, training, and paperwork. To me though, it seems as if he's really troubled with you being gone, and Captain Price being gone." Natalya had also heard from Nikolai that Price had stayed behind on a mission to allow the others time to escape, and that he had more than likely been captured. "So, are you planning on going to the base?"

"I don't think I should go there at the moment. He needs to be on edge and keep his head in the right mind. He has more important things to think about right now..."

John "Soap" Mactavish

SAS Base, Hereford

His Office

Soap sat at his desk, going through paperwork. Sheperd had sent him Allen's file, but it seemed pointless down. Allen died in Moscow a few days ago, and right now was a scapegoat for the massacre. Soap and everyone else on the base knew it was Makarov's doing, but Makarov had been a step ahead of them. He and his men had used American weapons and ammunition, along with military jargon and English, which was spoken along with a strained American accent. They had security footage that even showed Makarov's face, but Russia still believed that Americans had killed 243 people at the Zakhaev International Airport. He was snapped back to reality by a knock on his door.

"John! We've just got a new arrival." It was Ghost. He reluctantly got up and opened the door.

"What Simon?"

"There's a new arrival. He was captured in Paris. He won't tell us his last name, just that his first name is Sasha."

"Where is he?"

"He's in one of our interrogation rooms, sitting at a table." Soap rushed down the hallway with Ghost behind him, on his way to the interrogation rooms. He found the one in use, and went inside. There was the man named Sasha, staring at his hands by the metal table.

"Hello. You say your name is Sasha?"

"Da."

"Mind telling me where you're from?"

"Russia." The man looked worn out and beaten. Beaten emotionally that is.

"Do you have any idea why you were captured?"

"Nyet."

"Can you give me an answer with more than one word?"

"Nyet." Soap took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

"Look here mate, I don't want to have my friend come in here. You were brought here for a reason. Just tell me your last name at least."

"Nyet."

"Do you have any family?"

"Da."

"Who's all in your family?"

"A dead wife and one daughter." That sparked Soap's interest. He leaned forward.

"How old is your daughter?"

"About nineteen." Soap took a chance and just went for it.

"Any way her name is Natalya?" The man's eyes widened. "Yeah Sasha, you have a daughter named Natalya don't you?"

"How did you know?"

"I met Natalya awhile back. Stayed with her and her grandmother for awhile, then she came with me and my Captain back then. You seen her lately?"

"I saw her three days ago."

"Where?"

"Moscow. She's gone by now though. If Makarov's not in Moscow, then neither is Natalya."

"She was with who? You mean Vladimir Makarov?"

"Da. He had her in a hotel room. I met with him a few days ago and she was there."

"And why isn't she with you now?" Sasha leaned back and looked at the ground.

"He wanted intel in exhange for my daughter. It was intel that just couldn't be handed to him. I left and never saw her since."

"Makarov was behind that massacre at the airport in Moscow."

"Then she was probably with him." Soap swore to himself.

"Damn it! Bloody hell, she could be dead then Sasha! Don't you care!?"

"You obviously care soldier." That smart remark made Soap want to hit Sasha across the face but he didn't.

"Shouldn't you care?"

"Of course I care, but right now the more important thing on my mind is the fact that I'm here, being questioned."

"Well you can keep thinking then, since you're staying here for awhile. Get cozy Sasha."

Natalya Corveshky

Loyalist Base, Russia

Natalya couldn't sleep later that night. She kept thinking about Soap. She didn't mean to, but even while she was training with a few weapons, his face would come into her head and distract her. She almost shot her foot off one time too. She tossed in her sleep, and then just got up. She was staying with some nurse in a room, while Yuri and Nikolai were down the hall. She quietly opened the door, and then closed it behind her. She walked down the hall, but stopped as she saw Nikolai and Yuri's door open. Out stepped Yuri, and Natalya crept up to him.

"Yuri!" She whisper-yelled.

"Da? Natalya what are you doing up?" She sighed.

"I couldn't sleep Yuri. I want to go to Soap." She started to walk down the hall, and he followed her.

"Natalya, why would you just leave? Makarov's going to be looking for you. We need to stay together for awhile."

"Yuri, you had your chance to protect me from him and keep me alive and whatever. You left me in Vacoyce to die. So don't give me that about staying together."

"I gave you a fighting chance Natalya! I gave you that gun, and I told you advice, and when we left, I kept Makarov's mind off you so he wouldn't come after you. He wanted to go back for you for some strange reason, which I now know, but I kept his mind straying away from you." She sighed.

"Fine Yuri. I'll stay here. But I'm going to leave sometime. With or without you."

A couple days passed, and Nikolai came up to Natalya with news.

"Natalya, want to come with me to Hereford?" Her eyes widened and her mind was immediately reeling.

"What!? Hereford, isn't that where the SAS base is?" He nodded, chuckling.

"Excited? Natalya you can come with if you want. Yuri is also."

"Da! Of course I'm going Nikolai! I can see Soap again and be apart of this!" A few hours after that, she was on a plane with Yuri and Nikolai, flying to Hereford. She had everything packed and was just sitting on the plane with a ton of thoughts going through her they got to Hereford, they got of the plane and walked out of the airport. Nikolai turned to her.

"Okay, so Natalya, Yuri and I are going to be right back. Meet us at this place in maybe an hour, and then we'll go to the base. Da?" She nodded, and they walked down the street, away from her. Little did she know, two men across the street were watching her.

"Ghost, I know that girl!"

"How do you know her Roach? She looks like a complete stranger."

"There's a whole file on her that is always laying in the middle of Mactavish's desk. I think she's important." Ghost let out a deep breath.

"Alright mate, we'll follow her for a while, and see what she's up to." Natalya started walking down the sidewalk, looking at everything. She had never been in such a busy city. She felt uneasy though, as if someone was following her. She turned to look across the street, and saw two men watching her. When they realized she was looking at them, they looked away. She brushed it off though, thinking they were just freaks. She took some money out of her pocket that Nikolai had given here, and bought something to drink. She bought a paper cup of cappuchino, and then added some french vanilla creamer into it. About twenty minutes passed, and she felt that the men were still watching her. When she turned to look at the other side of the street, they were. Natalya looks down at the paper with an address on it that Nikolai gave her, and decides to go there. The address ends up being a coffee shop that looks completely empty, save for Nikolai and Yuri, along with a few stragglers sitting alone. Ghost and Roach walked past the open windows of the coffee shop and heard the three talking in Russian. He turned to Roach.

"We should tell Mactavish. After what happened in Moscow at the airport, three Russians meeting seems suspicious. Let's go mate." They drove back to base and went to find Mactavish. He was sitting in his office. "Mactavish, we found out something you should know."

"What is it Ghost?" Roach spoke instead.

"There were three Russians meeting up in downtown Hereford. They met in an empty coffee shop, and two of them looked like they were soldiers." Ghost nodded, and continued with the story.

"We figured that since the whole Zakhaev Airport massacre has angered basically every Russian, that having three meet up here, so close to the SAS base, was suspicious."

"What about the third one?" Soap asked.

"It wasn't a man Mactavish. It was a girl. Some blonde girl. She was walking alone, and she met up with those two. She looked slightly bruised up too." Soap contemplated this. It had to just be a coincidence. There was no way it could be Natalya though, could it?

"I'll look into it. Is that all?" They both nodded. "Alright then go get something to eat. You've got training tomorrow." Ghost and Roach left, and Soap dug around for the file on Natalya. He didn't have to really dig though, since he knew where it was at all times. He opened the manilla folder, which was becoming worn, and Natalya's face looked up at him. He didn't know where they had gotten photos of her, but they had one of her when she was born, one when she was five, another when she was ten, and then a recent one. It had her grandmother's name, her mother and father's names, and every last detail about her. He scanned through it, and then looked at her face again. It was the recent one. She was sitting in one looked like a cafeteria with a few women around her. She was looking up at something, and Soap realized she was in a hospital. It was a security camera image, and Soap figured it was from just a few days ago, back when the massacre happened. Soap got up, and went out into the hallway, preparing to go to Hereford.

Natalya on the other hand, stood in a small hotel bathroom, holding a bottle of black hairdye. It was temporary though, but she felt she needed it. Nikolai and Yuri had told her how they had gotten transmissions that included Makarov talking to someone about needing to find Natalya. After that she had ran to the nearest store, bought the temporary hairdye, and then went to the hotel the three Russians were staying at. Ten minutes later, Natalya stepped out into the hotel room, where Yuri and Nikolai were watching TV. Nikolai raised an eyebrow, while Yuri got wide-eyed.

"Natalya, how long is that stuff suppose to last?" Nikolai asked curiously. Natalya shrugged.

"I don't know, a week I think? Why?" She walked up to them, and Nikolai pulled her down to sit on his lap. He was sitting in an recliner, while Yuri was on the matching couch.

"You look just, I don't know how to say it. Yuri?"

"You looked depressing. That shit just darkens your whole face." She glared at him.

"Oh sorry that you two think I looked like shit. But I stand out with my blonde hair. I couldn't do the whole cutting my hair way short, since it's already short. So I had to settle with dying it." Nikolai took a strand of the newly-blackened hair in between a few fingers and examined it.

"At least it looks okay. There is no blonde showing through." She leaned back onto Nikolai's shoulder.

"Nikolai, I'm hungry...All I had was that coffee stuff. It didn't even taste like coffee. The milk I put in there tasted sweet too." Yuri chuckled at her.

"Girl, that was cappuchino. It's a lighter version of coffee. The 'milk' you put in it was vanilla creamer." She frowned.

"Well I liked that creamer stuff then. I want more of that." Nikolai rolled his eyes at the Russian girl sitting on him.

"Go get a jug of vanilla creamer and some food then. I already bought vodka for Yuri and me." She got up off of Nikolai and took the room key with her, before she put on some black sunglasses.

"Fine. Goodbye. I will be back later."

"Don't get lost Natalya!" She exited the hotel room, and then the hotel itself, and walked down the sidewalk, looking for a grocery store. As she did that, she bumped into a man.

"I'm sorry!" She said as she looked at the man.

"It's alright lass." Her eyes widened as she looked at the man. It was Soap. He peered at her, and she felt self-conscious. "What's your name?"

"Uh Natalie! What's yours?"

"It's John. You alright?" He looked suspicious, and she realized that she had said Natalie. Which was basically Natalya.

"D-Yes. I am alright indeed." She had tried to attempt an English accent, but it sounded very strained against her Russian one. She had almost said 'Da' instead of yes too.

"Oi, you don't sound so 'alright' Natalya." His eyes widened, as did hers, when they both realized what he just said. She realized that was the time to leave.

"Did you just call me Natalya?" She scoffed. "Unbelievable, Mr. Mact-John. John. Nice to have met you. Goodbye now." She hurried away before he realized she had almost said Mactavish. He looked over his shoulder at her, very suspicious. He knew she was going to say Mactavish, but she was just a complete stranger. Unless that wasn't the case at all.

Natalya kept on going down the sidewalk, questioning her decision. She had wanted to see Soap so badly, and then when she actually did, she lied and tried to avoid him. Natalya found a grocery store finally, went in, bought a huge gallon of french vanilla creamer, an apple, a bread bowl, and a cup of soup, then went back to the hotel. She unlocked their door to the room, then set her items on the table. She took a paper cup from out of a cupboard, and poured a cup of creamer for herself. Yuri and Nikolai gave her strange looks. Yuri was the first to actually say something.

"What the hell are you doing?" She took a long drink out of the cup.

"What does it look like?"

"That's creamer mudak(stupid ass)! It goes in coffee and stuff like that. You don't just drink it plain."

"It tastes good plain Yuri! Shut up!"

"Nyet, it's like sugared milk! You don't drink it like that!"

"Yuri, shut the hell up! I can drink it how I want to!" Yuri shook his head, and went back to watching TV. Nikolai came up to Natalya after she drank her creamer. She was digging around for a spoon to eat her soup with. She found a plastic spoon, and then went to work pouring her soup, which was cream chicken dumpling, into the breadbowl, and then starting to eat it.

"Natalya, we're going to the SAS base tomorrow. Alright?" She nodded. After she finished eating her soup and apple, she changed into a loose black shirt and some white fleece shorts, and went to sleep on one of the two beds. Nikolai and Yuri were to sleep in the other one.

The next morning, Natalya got up, took a shower, and changed into black skinny jeans, a cobalt blue tanktop, and her leather jacket. She put her hair in a chignon and put some makeup on she had bought earlier the night before. Nikolai was in the shower when she took the room key, while Yuri was sitting at the table.

"I'm going to get some coffee Yuri. Tell Nikolai when he gets out of the shower." Yuri nodded.

"Get me some black coffee alright? No creamer. Put some milk in it instead."

"Okay. I'll be back soon Yuri!" She left the hotel, and went to the nearest coffee shop. She waited in line, and two men in front of her were talking. She recognized them as the two from last night. They didn't seem to notice her though, and continued to talk.

"Roach, Mactavish has been spending a lot of time with that captured guy."

"Who's the guy again?"

"Uh Sasha Corveshky. Big name in the terrorist world I guess. Even Makarov wants him." Roach tilted his head, thinking.

"Ghost! That's the girl's last name! The girl who's file is on Mactavish's desk all the time!"

"Sasha's probably her father then. But anyways, Mactavish is always there it seems."

"Maybe he's trying to find the girl. What else would it be? Her file is always in the middle of his desk when I go into his office." Natalya tried to stay calm. The SAS had her father at the base, and she was going there later that day. Ghost and Roach bought a few coffees, and left without even glancing at her. She got herself a coffee with creamer, even though she had a gallon at home of it, and then got Nikolai something, along with Yuri's black coffee. She rushed back to the hotel, unlocked the door to the room, and went inside. She handed Yuri his coffee, then handed Nikolai his coffee, until finally she could drink her coffee. They all sat around the table.

"Nikolai, the SAS have my father! Did you know that?"

"Da. That's why I asked if you wanted to come with. Besides seeing a certain soldier." She looked down at her coffee cup, trying not to secretly smile. This time she could possibly talk to Soap. "Anyways, let's go. Yuri, check into what I told you about. We'll be back in a few hours." Him and Natalya left the hotel, and took a taxi to the base. They got past the base entrance and went to the wing where the interrogation rooms were. A soldier told them where Sasha was being kept, and Nikolai started to talk to Natalya.

"I'm going to go talk to someone. If you need anything, just have one of these soldiers call for me. Understood?" She nodded. One of the soldiers opened the door for her to the room, and she stepped inside. There sat her father. His eyes lit up when he saw her, and she did all she could to not rush over and hug him.

"Natya! You're alive!"

"You bastard! You left me there with that monster and just left!" She couldn't recall later what made her do what she did, but after saying that, she lunged at her father and slapped him across the face. He looked shocked and strangely calm.

"Natalya, I couldn't give him the intel. It was too important." She slapped him again, this time much harder.

"And I'm not important!? I could've died!" He shrugged.

"Natya, this intel is so important to the survival of many people. Millions of people's lives are at stake! Your's was just one I had to risk. I'm sorry." She punched him in the gut.

"You're my father! You're not suppose to leave your little girl in the hands of some extreme terrorist, expecting that she'll come back to you with a slap on the wrist and a lollipop! I hate you! You've left me so many times, I don't know if I really ever got to know you. The last time you left..." She trailed off, then picked back up. "The last time you left, you didn't even say goodbye. I woke up excited to see you, and all I got was my mother telling me you had more important business to do."

"Natya! Please listen to me. Which is more important, you being at risk, or millions of people dying!?" She threw her hands up in the air.

"It's always what is more important. It ALWAYS has been! I fucking hate you!" He narrowed his eyes.

"Don't swear at me! I am your father, and you're my daughter. I'm sorry alright? I didn't know you would over-react to this." She raised her voice as loud as it could go.

"I OVER-REACTED?! Oh I am SO SORRY that being left with Makarov wasn't a cheery experience! MY FAULT!" She hit him in the jaw this time, more of a punch than a slap, and she actually saw blood coming out of his lip. The door burst open and two soldiers rushed in. One was the soldier who had opened the door for her, and the other she recognized as Ghost. He pulled her away from Sasha, and clutched her to his chest. Her father looked her in the eyes.

"I'm sorry Natya. My little Natya, I'm sorry. Please, forgive me."

"Nyet. Nyet." Ghost held her to his chest and led her out of the room. After he closed the door, he pushed her away and narrowed his eyes at her.

"Alright. What the bloody hell was that?"

"None of your business soldier."

"It is if you try to kill one of the captured men."

"That was my father. I wasn't going to kill him."

"It seemed like it mate. Why don't you go on home?"

"Иди на хуй.(Go fuck yourself.-Idi na khuy)" Ghost laughed.

"Go ahead. Swear at me in Russian." Her eyes widened in surprise.

"How did you know that?"

"It just seemed like something you'd say right now. Mactavish told me how you said that to some Marine named Griggs, and he was pretty confused." She was about to say something, but Nikolai came through the door.

"I heard there was some trouble my friend!" She rolled her eyes.

"I am not crazy Nikolai."

"Hah! Natalya, I heard you as I was walking down the hall. The walls are pretty thick too."

"Fine. I did get a little mad. Are we leaving yet?"

"Da. We're leaving right now."

"Okay!" Nikolai turned to look at Ghost.

"See you mate. Sorry about her." Ghost chuckled.

"It's fine Nikolai." Her and Nikolai left, and went to the entrance, where a taxi was already waiting. She looked at Nikolai. He sighed.

"I called a taxi earlier. Just get in." They both got in the backseat, and Nikolai gave the driver instructions. As they drove off, Nikolai glanced over at Natalya.

"So what was that?"

"I just got a little mad Nikolai. I told you."

"Natalya, he is the Task Force's captive. You can't almost kill him."

"I only hit him a few times. I wasn't even close to killing him. It's just, everything came out when I saw him...All the things from when he left me, back when I was younger, and then when he left me with Makarov."

"Alright, look it's been a long day for you. How about we get back to that hotel and let you sleep it off?" She nodded and sighed.

"Okay." They drove back to the hotel, and went to the room. Yuri was sitting on the couch watching the news.

"Nikolai! Natalya! You're back." Nikolai nodded then gestured to Natalya.

"Girl had a meltdown it seems. Almost killed a man." Yuri tilted his head, and she knew he was going to laugh.

"You didn't really? Natalya couldn't kill anything." Nikolai scoffed.

"Oh you think that do you? She's killed quite a few people in her time. But now, I need to make a call, and I'll be back in a few minutes." Nikolai left, and it was just Yuri and Natalya in the room. He got up and went over to her, leaning on a counter.

"So what exactly happened?"

"We went to the base, and I found my father. We talked, and he told me my life wasn't that important, compared to how many others. Which I get now, I guess. But then he said I was over-reacting, which is when I hit him. It all went down from there. But Yuri, what exactly does he have?" Yuri sighed.

"I don't really know. But it has something to do with some kind of chemical. The chemical can easily kill millions of people if distributed right."

"Well what does that have to do with my father?"

"He found out the 'recipe' for it I guess, and he knows how to distribute it without it being traced or something along those lines. Now tell me, how do you know Makarov in the first place. All I remember is Vacoyce, and I've been curious how he knows you from before that."

"I met Makarov when I was ten years old. I had been sleeping in my bed, when a loud noise woke me up. I sat up, and then out of nowhere, I was being dragged out of bed and downstairs. I was pushed into a chair and tied up, along with my babushka and my mother. Zakhaev was there with a few others, including his son and they were interrogating my mother about information concerning my father. They took my mother, and Makarov came down the stairs. Zakhaev told him to take me and my babushka and deal with us. Then he left with the others. Makarov brought me to my room, and then he told me I was a beautiful child, before kissing my forehead. He brought my grandmother up, and duct-taped our mouthes. Later, I escaped through the open window, and two women found me. From then on, I slowly accepted my mother wasn't coming back, but I didn't forget Makarov. How did you meet Makarov?"

"I met Vladimir Makarov when I was young, and spirited. He saw something in me, and recruited me. That's all I really care to remember now. I was patriotic and wanted to help the motherland. Now tell me this, how did you even escape Vacoyce?"

"I wandered around after taking Alexei inside a building, and I sat on a fire escape. I saw a pile of brush moving, so I was going to shoot it. But before I could, a gun came up behind my head and told me to drop my weapon. It was an SAS soldier. He later met up with another, who was the pile of brush. They were both wearing ghilie suits. They had been on their way to the bank for the exchange, but it was too late. The man who killed Alexei was there when I ran inside, and he dug a fucking knife into my leg and slit my arm. The SAS soldier who found me shot him though, and he died. I couldn't bring Alexei's body when Nikolai came to pick the three of us up. That's how I escaped..." She trailed off, thinking about that life-changing day.

"So...Did you ever get your friend's body?" She nodded.

"Da. Later, Nikolai brought me to Vacoyce to pick up Alexei. We brought him home, and he was later buried in front of his mother. She sort of hated me for a bit because of what happened."

"Why didn't you just go home, or well stay home?" She shrugged.

"I was important intel I guess so I couldn't stay home...And I wanted to be a part of something big. What would have happened if I had been able to stay home afterwards? I would have just lived my simple little life, with no meaning really. My best friend died, and I had no one but my babushka practically. I wanted to find my father and who killed my mother too. Besides, I wouldn't have ever had love. What twenty-year old young guy would move to my hometown to live? Hah! Not a single one. I couldn't leave my babushka to move to a city and find someone either. I'd never have children or anything like a real life either..." They sat in silence after she said that, until Natalya started to lean into the Russian man. They were just an inch or so apart, until Nikolai came through the door.

"Natalya! Makarov and an American General are looking for you! Listen to this first." He hands her a phone, that has a transmission playing.

"My friends, we need to find the girl. Understood? Alive. If she is dead, you will receive a shot to the head. Da?" Natalya got wide-eyed.

"Listen to this now. It is a man named General Sheperd talking to Soap."

"Captain Mactavish, I want you to find Natalya Lolita Corveshky. She's the only child of Sasha Corveshky, and if we get her, we get him too. Understood Captain?"

"Yes General."

"Good. Obviously we need her alive, and in good condition. If there is so much as a scratch on her, you'll be done for. Got it Mactavish?"

"Oi." Nikolai shut the phone and turned to Natalya.

"I'm sorry." She didn't answer, and instead ran out of the room. Yuri started to go after her, but Nikolai stopped him.

"She'll come back. Where would she go? It's just a lot for her, my friend."

Uh well that was Chapter 11! Chapter 12 is up soon! Review please! I'd like to know if I can actually make a good story!(: