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Once I arrived at Rose's room I took a deep breath before I knocked on the door softly.

A few moments later I detected the sound of sheets rustling and a scraping sound, before a carefully folded up piece of paper was passed under the door. I picked up the note, opened it and read it.

She had written in a messy scrawl 'Who is it? '.

"It's me."

There was another minute of silence before I heard her voice whisper through the door to me. "Come in."

Her room was much like mine - carpet was the same colour and style, as was the furniture. The walls however, were painted jet black, with red roses sprayed on top of the black walls, and posters were randomly stuck in any place.

Rose sat on her bed grinning at me.

"You took your time comrade didn't you?" Her voice was still quiet, but not as raspy as it had been during the picnic.

I raised my eyebrow at the 'comrade' but didn't comment. I took another look at her room and noticed an folder lying open on her bed, and asked her what it contained. Usually, I wouldn't have been this nosey, but I was curious to know anything and everything I could about Rose and her life.

"Various pictures. You can sit down and have a look if you want to."

The pictures were of her and her friends. I recognized most of them from my classes, but there was one person in there who I was shocked to see. Surely it was a coincidence that she was in the pictures, or maybe it was someone who looked a lot like her.

When I lifted the pictures up to get a closer look at the woman, Rose decided to comment.

"Christian's cousin Natasha Ozera – the one in the picture who you probably don't recognize - is visiting tomorrow, and she wants to treat's us to lunch since she hasn't seen us for a while. Do you wanna come?" she smiled innocently, obviously not picking up on the tension in my body and my inner turmoil.

Natasha Ozera.

I stood up abruptly and made my way to the door so that I could leave before spinning sharply and saying, "From now on I think that it would be best if you called me by my proper title – Mr Belikov, Miss Hathaway."

I was through the door before she had a chance to remove the shocked expression from her face or comprise a reply and slammed the door shut behind me as I strode towards the stairs.

Natasha Ozera was coming to the school tomorrow.