Chapter Four: Moving on

Max took one last look at the girl who had his heart then squeezed the hand he was holding then let go.

Kaie's last life line was gone.

Max shut the door and stepped away from the cab as it sped off.

Through the glass window Kaie blew Max a kiss and he did the same then they turned the corner and all she was left with was a memory.

At that moment Kaie felt her heart break. Into thousands of fragments which were splintering her alive consuming her soul. She bowed her head and let the tears fall shamelessly down her face onto her fancy dress.

After her initial break down no more tears were shed. Kaie did not allow herself to be any more over come by her grief and loss.

She and the taxi driver were silent until their arrival at the airport. He got out her bag for her and then after a nod he left her at one in the morning in a fancy party dress at an airport where there was a plane waiting to take her away.

Kaie held her head high, blocking her emotions and entered through the sliding glass doors. She pulled out the tickets Mr. Dickenson had given her and the note. According to the tickets she was boarding a private jet so she followed the arrows to the check in point.

Kaie realised that she must have looked rather odd in her attire, but that was not something she cared about. All she cared about was blocking any emotion or feeling that came into her mind because those feelings would never allow her to continue. Somehow with out her realising it since she had experienced this world her feelings had taken over and had held her captive. And she could not allow it to continue.

The person at the desk checked her in and pointed her through security. Soon she was that she was on a small BBA private plane in the air. Unable to put it off Kaie pulled out Mr. Dickenson's note.

Dear Kaie,

You are probably wondering how much I know about the situation in which you are in. The Truth – nothing more than that you have to leave for one year to Russia. I wish you luck on your journey. The school you are attending is Luzhkov Academy, which is a private school on the outskirts of Moscow with a great academic reputation. However at this point I have only said that I have a student coming and I have forwarded all your school information but they are still waiting for a name. I was told that you can not go by your name so on June third at eight am Russian time I will call you and sort out a few final details.

I have also been told that you are only able to contact me for the first two weeks of your stay, thus contact is forbidden on June 15th at midnight. Until that point you may contact me on my cell phone. However you may only contact me.

Good Luck,

Mr. Dickenson

P.S. Enclosed is a plane ticket as well as a hotel booking for the first two days as well as 7500 Rouble

Kaie reread the note then folded it up. She would have to come up with a new name and a new identity but right now it was high time she got out of her dress.

She opened her bag and pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt then went to the bathroom and changed. Kaie returned and placed the dress on a seat opposite her, then pulled her small bag into her lap to examine the contents.

Kaie was quickly able to deduce that the butler had packed it as it had her most commonly worn clothing and little else. There were three pairs of jeans – two comfy pairs and one more showy one, six t-shirts in red, black and dark green, as well as almost all the undergarments that she owned.

However Kaie's All-Star uniform was also in the bag. Kaie wasn't sure weather to be upset or grateful. Kaie decided on the latter.

Also in the bag was her walkman and her 'box' which was where she kept everything valuable, but that was all. Kaie didn't know how he had known what to pack but she suspected that 'spiritual beasts' had had some impact on the matter.

Some how Kaie fell asleep and awoke as the plane was descending. She realised she was buckled so she sat back as the plane landed. When it came to a complete stop a man emerged from the cockpit and motioned for her to follow.

Kaie took her bag and followed. According to her watch which was still set on New York time it had been a ten hour flight. She had left at 3am and so back at home it was now 10 in the afternoon…yet here it was…she looked for a clock…it was midnight. Eight hours till Mr. Dickenson's call.

Kaie walked out into the cold night air and tried to hail a taxi. After a while she got one and in careful Russian she explained the hotel she was headed for. The driver took her there, surprisingly without question.

At the check in desk she showed them her reservation, under Dickenson, and so they nodded and gave her room key, food passes, internet activation number, and pool pass. Kaie thanked them and hurried to her room.

Once there she collapsed on her bed, exhausted about everything and she woke up again at seven.

Kaie was amazed she could sleep like this, but in reality it was the only way for her to get away from it all. So at seven she activated the internet and began to look for a new name.

She was feeling a bit morbid so she found Mavra meaning darkness. However she knew that was not a name that would allow her to blend in so she continued looking. She found names like Devora meaning bee and Zoyechka, Zoyenka, and Zoya meaning life. Yet nothing really came to her.

Then she found it.

Her name.

Her identity.

Kiska meaning pure in Russian. She wasn't 'pure' but the name meant something to her. She had to strive to become pure and different than before. She had to cleanse herself of what she had been. She looked for a last name and found it quickly. Vanovna. Kiska Vanova was to be her new name.

Kaie quickly wrote it down on the hotel stationary, then on her hand so whenever she looked at her hand she would see it. A name was very important to memorise.

At that instant her phone rang. She picked it up and on the other end was Mr. Dickenson.

"Hello Kaie, how are you."

"Okay." She said

"That is good. So you got into the car."

"Yes."

"I am very pleased that you made it. Now I have a few things to tell you, but first what is your name?"

"Kiska Vanova."

"Ah…daughter of Van. Well as long as you like it…" There was a pause as he wrote it down.

"Now while you are in Russia you have more or less unlimited money. You need to get a school uniform, supplies, and a laptop as you will defiantly need one. Oh and the conversion for is one American dollar to 25 Russian Rouble. Understand?"

Kaie who had been writing all this down made a murmur of agreement, and then asked, "But Mr. Dickenson…who is paying for all this?"

There was a laugh then he said, "There is a special scholarship that the BBA offers to students who are traveling abroad to learn a language, have won at least a state tournament and have marks above 83. That combined with the prize money that you won from the tournament, as well as the money the parents paid the BBA for getting their children back…"

"What about the prize money?"

"By winning the tournament your team receives 1,000,000 dollars in funding and you receive 50,000 dollars."

Kaie almost dropped the phone, "Pardon?"

"However you don't have access to it till you are over 21. That is the BBA rule. And before I forget tomorrow at nine a man named 'Kirkov' will be coming tomorrow to take you to the school. Before then you have to change your appearance."

He was met with silence. "Are there any more questions?"

"No. Thank you Mr. Dickenson." Kaie said.

"You're welcome Kaie. Good Luck."

Kaie put the phone back in the receiver and sat on her bed to steady herself. Why had no one told her that she had all that money? She figured that it had just slipped their mind…

Kaie went down to the lobby and asked the clerk at the desk, in English, where the nearest hair cutting salon was. The clerk got out a map and drew the route for her.

Kaie thanked her and followed the route. Thankfully she didn't get lost and she arrived at "International Design" that said, "We provide service in English. Walk-ins welcome!" Kaie smiled. This was what she wanted.

The bells tingled as she walked through the door. Almost immediately a man came from the back.

"Hello." Kaie said in English

The man immediately turned around and yelled, "Sonia!"

A moment later a young woman with shocking blond hair appeared. "Hello." Sonia said to Kaie in English. "How are you?"

"Fine." She said.

"Would you like your hair cut?" she asked in perfect English.

Kaie shook her head. "I've had it cut recently. I would like my hair dyed dark blue, but natural looking with light blue bangs and…Do you know of anyway to tie up my hair so that it looks short."

Sonia looked at her then nodded. "Yes there is a way. I will show you after."

So Kaie's hair was dyed from her stunning silver to her traditional and natural blue, and was slightly trimmed.

Once that was done Sonia went to the back and returned with a tube of black ribbon. She pulled out four meters of ribbon then went to Kaie.

"Watch"

Sonia separated Kaie's long hair into two parts. Then she took the hair and folded it into three so that her thin hair was three times the thickness. With quick hands she wrapped an elastic around the top of her hair and then around the bottom, and repeated it on both sides. Kaie's hair was now the length of her shoulder.

Sonia took the ribbon and evened out the ends then tied each end into the upper elastic then cut it off. She then tied the remaining ribbon piece in the middle to the elastic and began to wrap her hair in crisscross strokes. Kaie's hair tightened and became less thick and the ribbon covered the elastics. At the end she allowed the ribbon to blow freely. Sonia then did the same to the other side.

When Kaie looked in the mirror she barely recognised herself. Her eyes had gone naturally grey (she was upset) and her hair was a normal blue and deceivingly short. "Thank you." Kaie said.

Sonia nodded and rang up the bill. Kaie paid and then wandered around town ensuring she didn't get too lost.

She was surprised by the amount of American chain stores around such as McDonalds. She wandered into a mall and saw the sign for 'Clare's'. Kaie meandered in and came face to face with a pair of glasses.

Not just any glasses however. Fake glasses. They would be perfect as a disguise. There were about twenty pairs but ten were pink and Kaie could not see them helping her to blend in. In fact there was only one pair that would help her accomplish her goal.

They were plain black, with no fo-fo stuff, and had a square metal frame. She put them on and they had no impact on her sight, yet when she looked in the mirror she was completely different.

In her reflection she saw a sign saying 'Sale' in Russian. There was a wrack there with ribbon on it in ten different colours. Kaie cut 8 metres from each colour and bundled it together.

On the next wrack were headbands with different symbols and shapes on them all matching the colours so she bought the matching headbands, plus a black one to go with the ribbons she was currently wearing.

Kai took the glasses, the ribbon and the headbands to the checkout and then the lady bagged them.

As soon as Kaie left the store she took off the tag on the glasses and put them on. They would take some getting used to but they changed her look greatly. Then she pulled the black headband on and was ready.

It was late afternoon when Kaie returned so she went for a swim, had dinner, had a bath, and then went to bed after setting her alarm.

When Kaie woke up she took out her hair and then after a hot shower, she dried and brushed it but then tied it into the shortening style with black ribbons, put on the matching headband and her glasses. She hoped that her abnormally white complexion would allow her to not be recognised…that and the fact that her eyes seamed to be permanently changed.

The mirror confirmed her suspicions so she played on the internet till it was time to leave. She arrived five minutes early so she amused herself by trying to listen to all the native Russian speakers.

Kaie understood mostly what they were saying, but some words she couldn't make head or tail of. She knew that there were some accents that she had a nearly impossible time trying to understand, so she hoped that it wouldn't matter.

As soon as Kirkov entered Kaie knew it was him. He too had a pale face, and he had high cheek bone, and questioning eyebrows. He had dark eyes that had a haunted look to them. Kaie approached him and he nodded to her and without a word the two departed to the black, non-descript car outside.

Once inside he handed her a card and said in Russian, "Have this card on you at all times."

Kaie nodded – understanding only the 'with you'. He spoke too fast for her to understand anything else

There was no more conversation during the entire ride to the school.

Done! .

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Okay so after this I will be posting all the months – July, August, ect… My plan is to have all the months up to October done by the end of the month, then November's update will be on the last Friday of November, and December's update on the last Friday of December ect…meaning the fic will last at least until June. .

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