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This chapter's a little short... oh well.

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"Nice car," Natalya snorts as I pull her towards the passenger side of my beat up white truck.

"Don't make fun of Sandy," I pout.

"... Sandy? You named it? How pathetic," she chuckles as I open the door. "Uh..."

"What's wrong...?" I tilt my head to the side. Please don't have second thoughts, please don't have second thoughts...

"There is quite a height difference between the ground and your car..," she frowns.

Oops. Forgot about that. "Here, I'll help you!" Without waiting for a response, I wrap my hands around her waist and go to pick her up.

"GAH!" she shrieks. And kicks.

"OW!" I almost drop her back to the ground. She's stronger than she looks, and she just kicked... a place. "What the hell, Natalya?!"

"Don't touch me!" She hastily jumps up into the car. "Not without my permission!"

"You hurt," I whimper and make my way as fast as I can to my side of the car, wincing as I climb in. "Damn, girl. You have some strength in those legs."

"My family had a farm before we moved," she mutters, staring out the window as I start the car.

"Oh..," I nod. As soon as Sandy's all ready to go, I slam on the gas and get out of there before any teachers can come out to see what's making that awful grumbling sound.

"Dear God," Natalya stares forward, wide-eyed. "Who taught you how to drive?!"

I sigh. "Nag. Nag, nag, nag. That's all I hear."

"Then stop and let me out of the fucking car."

I snort and mumble, "Curse words sound nice coming out of such a pretty mouth."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"Hmm," she stares at me, crossing her arms and yet again shooting me that look from chorus. "One kiss and you can say whatever you want without blushing or stuttering."

"Is it a problem?" I look sideways at her.

"Well, nyet," she shrugs. "At least you're not apologizing every three seconds anymore."

I smile crookedly. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, stop it," she tries to keep a straight face, but I can see her lips curl up the tiniest bit. "Where are we going?"

"My house."

"Oh..," Now she's frowning. This causes me to frown, too.

"What's wrong?" I ask, eyebrows wrinkling in a worried line.

"I don't assume your house to be... rather romantic," she sighs. "But I don't know if men think like that. Men besides my brother, anyway."

"Excuse me, my house can too be romantic! My mother has candles. And wine," I grin. "And your brother, romantic? Not from what I heard..."

She sighs, a frustrated look crossing her face. "People get the wrong impressions of brother... he can be very kind. And sweet, da," she smiles slightly, a distant look in her eyes, as if she's remembering something. "If he wasn't my brother, I swear I'd fall in love with him."

I feel something in my stomach. Like it's hollow or something...

Hold up. Did I seriously just get jealous over Natalya saying she'd fall in love with her brother? Man, I have problems.

"Anyway," she frowns again. "i don't know what you're thinking about with this candles and wine thing, but no."

"No?" I tilt my head to the side, confused. "What do you mean...?"

"Let's go to my house. Turn around."

"But-"

"Alfred, turn this damn car around right now."

"Yes, my majesty."

~(^_^)~

"Turn here," Natalya says, pointing towards what seems like a very long, yet well-kept driveway.

I follow her command. "How long is this thing...?"

She shrugs and twirls a piece of her hair around her finger, gazing out the window at the dense forest surrounding the dirt driveway. "I don't know. Two, three miles?"

"Hold crap," I respond, my eyes widening. "Secluded, aren't we?"

"We're not big fans of people."

I chuckle. "Like I couldn't tell."

"You know," she frowns. "I could have you just drop me off and leave. I don't need to invite you inside..."

I groan. "Fine, I'll stop, I'll stop."

She nods and we spend the next mile or so in silence.

~(^ ^)~

"Hell," I whistle. "Your house is huge."

I take the key out of my truck's ignition and stare at the huge yellow building in front of me. It's beautiful and antique looking, but damn, it's big.

She shrugs, something she seems to do a lot. "We have some money," she opens her to door to jump out. I do th same.

"Some?" I walk over to her.

"Maybe millions," she shrugs again.

"I thought you owned a farm in... in...," I follow her up the surprisingly not creaky steps.

"Russia. Not that far outside of Moscow," she responds. "And we did-but we inherited it from relatives."

"O-oh," I nod.

I watch as she simply walks up to the huge white door and open it without unlocking it. "No keys?" I ask, curious.

"My sister's home," she walks in and throws her bag to the side, and I follow, a little panicked.

"Your sister...?" I question, worried. "Isn't she in college? Won't she be mad about a boy in you house?"

"She's on winter break," Natalya takes her coat off and repeats what she did with her bag. She motions for me to do the same, but I remain static. "Plus, she knows about you already."

"S-she knows about me?!" I exclaim more than ask, following Natalya yet again. "But how?!"

"I told her," she flips around to face me, putting her hands on her small hips and tilting her head up towards me.

"But why-" Before I can finish, I'm interrupted by a woman's voice even more heavily accented than Natalya's.

"Sestra, home so early?"

Natalya turns around. "Da," she nods as the source of the voice appears.

And, based on what I've heard about her sister's... anatomy, that is definitely her.

"Oh, who's this...?" her sister tilts her head at me. "Is this that Alfred you were-"

"Sestra," Natalya says quickly. She moves towards her and starts mumbling in a language I can't understand. It makes me feel really awkward and left out, standing there and watching her and her sister talking about, most likely, me in Russian or whatever it is.

"Ahhh," Natalya's sister finally looks back at me, smiling. She's taller than Natalya, by three inches at the least, yet still shorter than me. "Privet, Alfred. Welcome," she extends her hand. She's so much nicer than Natalya... "I am Katyusha."

I take her pale hand and shake it. "Hello, Katyusha. I'm-well, apparently you already know me," I shoot a sideways glance at Natalya, and she glares back in response.

"Oh, yes," Katyusha giggles, a light and charming sound. "I've heard a lot about you. A lot of nice things."

"Sestra!" Natalya spits, glaring daggers through her older sibling.

Katyusha just shakes her head at her. "Oh, please, Natty, as if he doesn't-"

And before I can hear what Katyusha was going to say, Natalya takes my hand and drags me forcefully past her sister and up the stairs.

Well, this is going well...

I think.

Hey, well, there's Katyusha... Ivan will be there soon...

Vlad: OOOH, THEY'RE GOING UPSTAIRS.

Shh. Just because they're going upstairs doesn't mean they'll do anything.

Vlad: Sigh.

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