....1 month later....
There were pants, sweaters and all sorts of clothing strewn across the room. It looked like a tornado had swept through it. Evgeni's head popped up from underneath the bed. He was holding a pair of khaki pants.
"Found them," Evgeni said with an relived smile. He neatly folded the pants into a large black suitcase, then proceeded to zip up the black leather traveling bags. He then sat on the bed, scratching through his golden hair, as if consumed in thought.
"Did I get everything?" Evgeni questioned himself. His eyes glanced over two medium sized suitcases, and a sports bag. He nodded to himself, looking pleased. Picking up the bags he carried them down the stairs, through the living room, and out to the driveway. He pushed a button on his key chain, and the trunk on his silver convertible popped open. He hefted the two bags into the trunk and shut it. His face, once again, fell into a look of deap thought. Suddenly, he hit his forehead with the palm of his hand, and jogged back into his house. He entered the kitchen and picked up a small, black booklet. He opened it to reveal a picture of himself smiling goofily back at him.
"I never take good passport pictures," he thought to himself as he winced at the awkward picture. After closely examining it, he shoved it deep into the pocket of his corduroys.
When exiting the kitchen, Evgeni passed a small drawer on one of the counters. He stopped and looked at it. His heart started pounding extremely hard. HE felt it would leap right out of his chest. "......other ways......" Mr. Donovitch's voice thundered inside Evgeni's head. He opened the drawer, and slowly took out a metal object. He held in his hand a Colt revolver. Slowly, he fingered it and rotated it in his hands. He stopped and simply stared blankly at it. He removed his hands from underneath the gun and let it fall back into it's drawer. He looked at it for a moment in disgust, then shut the drawer and left the house.
"I'm going to do this my way," he stated bluntly as he got into his car and backed down the driveway.
...meanwhile...
Kathryn stood in front of an oak full length mirror. Putting on a private fashion show for herself. "The black skirt, or the drown one," she said slightly frowning as she held up to herself then exchanged it for the other. She fell down backwards on the bed, put her hands over her face, then let out a long sigh of disgust. Suddenly she removed her hands and her face lit up, as if she had been struck with a brilliant idea. "The brown on," she said quite pleased with herself. With that she disappeared into her walk in closet. After a few minutes had passed, she emerged once more. She was wearing a black tank top, and a chocolate brown, suede, skirt that fell right bellow her knees. She was also wearing a pair of black boots that covered her entire calf. She began mumbling off travel items to herself as she picked up an armful of luggage, and made her way to the driveway. On her way out of the room, she picked up an necklace off her dresser. She handled it with care as she fastened it around her neck. It was a small, clear, crystal vile, with silver inside. It hung loosely on a small silver chain. She padded it tender as it hung around her neck, and then finished her trip to the car.
"Alright, do I have everything," she questioned herself upon finishing loading the luggage into a car. She reached into her purse and removed her passport booklet. She smiled broadly to herself. "Italy here I come," she beamed as she hopped into her car, and backed out of the driveway.
***In Rome, Italy***
The airport in Rome was extremely busy. The entire country was in a state of mass hysteria and anxiousness all because the winter Olympics had come to Italy. Famous athletes and trainers were constantly coming in and out of the airport, bustling to and fro. The place was so jam packed, that the floor had disappeared. In its place was a moving sea of human bodies.
"Now arriving flights 197 from Maine, 23 from Oregon, 835 from Sydney, and 751 from St. Petersburg," said a booming voice over the loud speaker.
Kathryn exited the docking bay, and brushed the wrinkles out of her skirt. After she was satisfied with the smoothness of her skirt, she began walking towards the luggage pick up, but soon discovered she wasn't getting very far. The sea of people were not only restricting forward motion, but causing her to move backwards.
"Excuse me! Pardon Me!" she found herself attempting to shout at the people as she tried to fight her way through the crowd. Out of breath, she eventually made it to the pick up station. She let out an excited squeal when she immediately caught site of her baggage. She ran over, snatched then quickly up. The five-foot girl looked like a laden camel as she had to large bags in each hand, and a sport bag slung over her back. She made her way as quickly to the exit as she possibly could.
Evgeni stepped off his flight and went to the luggage pick up area. Unlike Kathryn he could move freely. The crowd recognized him immediately and the sea of people parted as if he was Moses. He took this opportunity to sign a few fan's photographs and take some pictures with his admirers. He then proceeded over to his bags, and retrieved them. Casually glancing down at his watch, Evgeni's muscles tightened and his eyes grew large.
"Damn it! I'm going to be late for check in. Mishin is going to slaughter me!" he said rather displeased. He took of at a sprint for the closest exit.
Before Kathryn had a chance to react, she ran full speed into a man and fall flat on her back. She laid there, winded and slightly dazed for a few seconds until she heard a voice.
"I'm so sorry Miss! I was in a hurry, and I'm going to be late, and, and I'm sorry!" said man's voice which was heavy with Russian accent as well. Kathryn looked up and saw a tall, muscular, Russian man with light blonde hair and ice blue eyes. He offered Kathryn a hand, and she took it. Evgeni helped her to her feet.
"It's perfectly fine, I wasn't really looking where I was going either," replied Kathryn quietly and with a slight smile. Kathryn looked up, and Evgeni down, and their eyes met. They simply stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Kathryn, turning bright red, smiled rather embarrassed and walk out the exit. Evgeni just stood there with a goofy smile upon his face.
"Wait a second," he thought to himself, "She looked awfully familiar. Oh well, down to business I suppose." He removed a picture from his back pocket and his eyes widened.
"THAT WAS HER!" he thought, his mind racing wildly. Even though her hair was in French braids in the pictures, that was definitely his girl. Evgeni shoved the picture back into his wallet, and ran out of the airport. He exited just in time to see Kathryn driving away in the backseat of a yellow taxi.
There were pants, sweaters and all sorts of clothing strewn across the room. It looked like a tornado had swept through it. Evgeni's head popped up from underneath the bed. He was holding a pair of khaki pants.
"Found them," Evgeni said with an relived smile. He neatly folded the pants into a large black suitcase, then proceeded to zip up the black leather traveling bags. He then sat on the bed, scratching through his golden hair, as if consumed in thought.
"Did I get everything?" Evgeni questioned himself. His eyes glanced over two medium sized suitcases, and a sports bag. He nodded to himself, looking pleased. Picking up the bags he carried them down the stairs, through the living room, and out to the driveway. He pushed a button on his key chain, and the trunk on his silver convertible popped open. He hefted the two bags into the trunk and shut it. His face, once again, fell into a look of deap thought. Suddenly, he hit his forehead with the palm of his hand, and jogged back into his house. He entered the kitchen and picked up a small, black booklet. He opened it to reveal a picture of himself smiling goofily back at him.
"I never take good passport pictures," he thought to himself as he winced at the awkward picture. After closely examining it, he shoved it deep into the pocket of his corduroys.
When exiting the kitchen, Evgeni passed a small drawer on one of the counters. He stopped and looked at it. His heart started pounding extremely hard. HE felt it would leap right out of his chest. "......other ways......" Mr. Donovitch's voice thundered inside Evgeni's head. He opened the drawer, and slowly took out a metal object. He held in his hand a Colt revolver. Slowly, he fingered it and rotated it in his hands. He stopped and simply stared blankly at it. He removed his hands from underneath the gun and let it fall back into it's drawer. He looked at it for a moment in disgust, then shut the drawer and left the house.
"I'm going to do this my way," he stated bluntly as he got into his car and backed down the driveway.
...meanwhile...
Kathryn stood in front of an oak full length mirror. Putting on a private fashion show for herself. "The black skirt, or the drown one," she said slightly frowning as she held up to herself then exchanged it for the other. She fell down backwards on the bed, put her hands over her face, then let out a long sigh of disgust. Suddenly she removed her hands and her face lit up, as if she had been struck with a brilliant idea. "The brown on," she said quite pleased with herself. With that she disappeared into her walk in closet. After a few minutes had passed, she emerged once more. She was wearing a black tank top, and a chocolate brown, suede, skirt that fell right bellow her knees. She was also wearing a pair of black boots that covered her entire calf. She began mumbling off travel items to herself as she picked up an armful of luggage, and made her way to the driveway. On her way out of the room, she picked up an necklace off her dresser. She handled it with care as she fastened it around her neck. It was a small, clear, crystal vile, with silver inside. It hung loosely on a small silver chain. She padded it tender as it hung around her neck, and then finished her trip to the car.
"Alright, do I have everything," she questioned herself upon finishing loading the luggage into a car. She reached into her purse and removed her passport booklet. She smiled broadly to herself. "Italy here I come," she beamed as she hopped into her car, and backed out of the driveway.
***In Rome, Italy***
The airport in Rome was extremely busy. The entire country was in a state of mass hysteria and anxiousness all because the winter Olympics had come to Italy. Famous athletes and trainers were constantly coming in and out of the airport, bustling to and fro. The place was so jam packed, that the floor had disappeared. In its place was a moving sea of human bodies.
"Now arriving flights 197 from Maine, 23 from Oregon, 835 from Sydney, and 751 from St. Petersburg," said a booming voice over the loud speaker.
Kathryn exited the docking bay, and brushed the wrinkles out of her skirt. After she was satisfied with the smoothness of her skirt, she began walking towards the luggage pick up, but soon discovered she wasn't getting very far. The sea of people were not only restricting forward motion, but causing her to move backwards.
"Excuse me! Pardon Me!" she found herself attempting to shout at the people as she tried to fight her way through the crowd. Out of breath, she eventually made it to the pick up station. She let out an excited squeal when she immediately caught site of her baggage. She ran over, snatched then quickly up. The five-foot girl looked like a laden camel as she had to large bags in each hand, and a sport bag slung over her back. She made her way as quickly to the exit as she possibly could.
Evgeni stepped off his flight and went to the luggage pick up area. Unlike Kathryn he could move freely. The crowd recognized him immediately and the sea of people parted as if he was Moses. He took this opportunity to sign a few fan's photographs and take some pictures with his admirers. He then proceeded over to his bags, and retrieved them. Casually glancing down at his watch, Evgeni's muscles tightened and his eyes grew large.
"Damn it! I'm going to be late for check in. Mishin is going to slaughter me!" he said rather displeased. He took of at a sprint for the closest exit.
Before Kathryn had a chance to react, she ran full speed into a man and fall flat on her back. She laid there, winded and slightly dazed for a few seconds until she heard a voice.
"I'm so sorry Miss! I was in a hurry, and I'm going to be late, and, and I'm sorry!" said man's voice which was heavy with Russian accent as well. Kathryn looked up and saw a tall, muscular, Russian man with light blonde hair and ice blue eyes. He offered Kathryn a hand, and she took it. Evgeni helped her to her feet.
"It's perfectly fine, I wasn't really looking where I was going either," replied Kathryn quietly and with a slight smile. Kathryn looked up, and Evgeni down, and their eyes met. They simply stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Kathryn, turning bright red, smiled rather embarrassed and walk out the exit. Evgeni just stood there with a goofy smile upon his face.
"Wait a second," he thought to himself, "She looked awfully familiar. Oh well, down to business I suppose." He removed a picture from his back pocket and his eyes widened.
"THAT WAS HER!" he thought, his mind racing wildly. Even though her hair was in French braids in the pictures, that was definitely his girl. Evgeni shoved the picture back into his wallet, and ran out of the airport. He exited just in time to see Kathryn driving away in the backseat of a yellow taxi.