Heyy everyone! Here is a new chapter for you guys. I want to thank everyone who has added this fic to their faves, put it on watch or have just been reading! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, I've recieved nothing but amazing reviews from you guys. You're too much *^^*
Anyways, in this chapter we're going to cross over to Russia with Tala. You've seen enough of Chadwick for now, and now it is Tala's turn. Let's see what happens in this chapter =)
Enjoy!

In the city of Moscow was a fairly cold Autumn morning. The city Was covered with thick blankets of snow with some drive-ways shovelled clear of the thick cold substance so that it was possible to get in and out of homes. The sun had just risen, seeing as it had hit just past eight am; but in this weather it was awful hard to tell if the sun had risen or not due to the thick blankets of clouds in the sky.

It was Thursday morning, and a rather cold one at that with people coming from their houses and running to their cars and turning on the heaters to warm themselves up from the bitter cold.

In an apartment block just on the edge of town was a room that stood out from the others. The other rooms had silky velvety red curtains while one room had black curtains to absorb as much heat as possible for the tiny room. Inside the room wasn't very cramped or very large, but it was big enough. A small kitchen, a small bathroom connected to the tiny laundry and a small bedroom.

In the bedroom, occupying the queen sized bed was a mess of spiky red hair that went onto a pale body. The figure in the bed was fairly built with their muscles curved, but not bulging like the models and such.

The figure then turned on their side, revealing that it was a teenage male, seeming eighteen or nineteen. He had two thick red eyebrows above closed eyes, a fairly large nose, pink lips and such. He had two antenna like bangs from the top of his forehead that came down to his chin.

He then turned on his back and yawned, unknowing of a large matt of white fur closing in. Five meters away, tail in the air with backside wiggling. Deep amber eyes with a black wet nose, thick white fur, two large ears, a boofy, long, tail and large paws.

The matt of fur then jumped onto the young man, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to chuckle. "Haha, Morning there, buddy." He laughed more when the matt of fur began to lick over his face. "Haha, that's enough! Wolborg!" He whined to Wolborg as the large wolf climbed off of him.

Yes, a white wolf he was from the deepest forests of Siberia. Tala had found him when he was only a five week old pup, his mother killed by poachers and left to freeze.

Tala had taken the young wolf pup under his care since that day, four years ago next Tuesday. Tala smiled at Wolborg and sat up in his bed, leaning against the oak bed head of his queen sized bed. He stretched out and yawned once more before cracking an ice-blue eye open and grinning at Wolborg.

"Hungry, buddy?" He asked Wolborg who was prancing around on the bed and barking deeply. He was a male wolf, and hadn't been de-sexed. Yeah, sure, most dog owners would want their male and female dogs to be de-sexed so as not to produce mutts. Tala didn't believe in it. He believed that when a male dog gets his bits cut off, it miaswell be a person.

Tala chuckled and stood up out of bed, grumbling under his breath at the cold and shaking his head. He rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door shut, turning on the shower and sighing in contention at the hot water that trailed out of the shower head. Steam rose from the intensity of the heat of the water and fogged the mirror and shower window.

Tala reached over and turned on the exhaust fan and the heater for when he was ready to step out of the shower. It got awfully cold in Russia around this time…. Around any time really. Tala was just a smart cookie and prepared for the cold.

He then pulled off his black pyjama pants, along with his red boxers, and threw them into the laundry basket next to the sink where he would brush his teeth shortly after his shower. He reached over and turned the cold tap on just a touch and then turned to the mirror, looking himself over from his head to the base of his abdomen and no further.

He wiggled his eyebrows and flexed his slight muscles, his pale skin bulging now and again. "Hey good lookin'." He told himself and made kissey noises. He then blushed and wondered what would happen if Chadwick was here right now. He felt his face heat up when he thought about the Australian he had been talking to for the past couple of weeks.

They were raring to arrange a meeting. Tala, arranging to go to Australia, had saved up enough money; due to his well payed job and payed by the Russian government due to his college funds, to take a trip down under and meet the young man he had been chatting to.

Tala couldn't deny that he felt strong feelings for him and knew that something was bound to happen between them when they met. Chadwick… he was unlike anyone Tala had ever spoken to. Even when he was with his ex-boyfriend… no one made Tala feel this way… not even him. It was as if Chadwick was the other half to his soul… but.. but they might not be compatible in real life. But there was no harm in giving it a shot… right?

Tala snapped from his thoughts when more steam rose in front of him. 'Oh yeah, I left the shower on.' he stepped under the warm water and sighed loudly in contention at the warm water running down his naked body and then pooling into the drain below him.

He reached over to the soap holder and took hold of the green soap, forest scented, and the red face washer. He ran the soap and the washer under the water and then drained the water from the washer and lathered the soap on the washer, ready to wash himself.

He smiled when he felt the warm water run through his fiery red hair and then run down his face, along his chest, down his abdomen and trail down his legs. He then ran the washer across his left arm, then his right, across his chest, down and across his abdomen, down in his man bits, along his legs and then scrubbing his feet.

Tala stood up straight and rinsed the soap from the washer and placed the red, wet, cloth back on the soap holder and leaned his head against the window, feeling the warm water run down his back. His thoughts then raced back to Chadwick. He didn't know why.

'I… I can't keep my mind off of him.' He grinned and opened his eyes, looking out to the mirror that was slowly releasing the steam due to the exhaust fan. 'He's unlike anyone I've ever met.' Tala reached back and turned the water off, the taps screeching slightly and turning the running water off, the rest of the water running down the drain and spiralling down to wherever it went.

Tala pushed the shower door open, stepped on the bath mat, and took hold of his towel. He ran the absorbing cloth over his body to dry himself off while looking in the mirror and noticing that his cheeks had turned a slight tinge of red. Was it from the water? Was the water a tad bit too hot? He looked the rest of his body over and found that no red marks were there from the water. He gulped and looked back down again, noticing something different about his manhood.

He hid it under the towel and opened the door, Wolborg sitting patiently at the door and swishing his tail from side to side. Tala chuckled at his friend and let Himont bathroom while he dried himself off. Wolborg liked a chance to have a bath when he could, but would often dread it at times. Dogs didn't normally like baths, but Wolborg was a different story.

When Tala had first brought him home, to keep him from freezing, Tala ran a warm bath and placed the young Wolborg puppy into the bath water, climbing in with him and cooed to him. There's nothing wrong with the warm water, pup. He would tell him. Wolborg soon began to love bath time with Tala and took up every opportunity to have one.

He was fairly large, seeing as he was a white wolf. He was bigger than a Husky, probably just a little bigger than a Malamute. Whenever Tala took Wolborg out on walks, children would come up to the white wolf and hug him around his large boofy neck. Wolborg would always wag his tail in excitement and take up that opportunity.

Once Tala finished drying himself, he wrapped the towel around his waist and looked in the partially fogged mirror. He reached over and took hold of his red toothbrush and squeezed the toothpaste onto the bristles of the brush and ran it under cold water. Placing the small and long brush to his teeth, he began to brush; slowly at first, then faster.

He brushed up and down, side to side, in and out, and repeated the same method for two minutes. When he was satisfied and a moustache of toothpaste around his lips, he spit the white substance from his mouth and rinsed his mouth out with the cold water. He lift his head and brought it back, gargling and then spitting the foamy water out.

Tala then took the towel off from around his waist and dried his mouth with the fluffy material and walked with Wolborg back to his room and looked through his small wardrobe for clothes. He didn't know why he would need anything glamorous. He was just going on the internet and then down to the airport to book tickets.

Yes, he had decided that he was going to travel to Australia. He needed to book a flight and then head down to the airport to put in his final details. He never trusted the internet to that extent to give off his personal details and credit card details. He booted up his laptop and walked to the kitchen, whistling for Wolborg to follow.

The white wolf barked with joy and followed Tala to the kitchen, knowing he was going to get his breakfast. He sat patiently for his red haired master to prepare breakfast, his tail swishing from side to side. He lifted his nose when he smelt what Tala was planning to prepare. Eggs, bacon, mushrooms, baked beans. Wolborg began to drool from the side of his mouth and stood up, barking with excitement.

Tala laughed down at his friend and nodded. "You know what I'm making. You never cease to amaze me, Wolborg." Tala then pulled out the fry-pan and a small saucepan, running the baked beans into the saucepan and then turning it on. He then turned on the other hot plate and placed the fry-pan on it.

Tala reached up for the cooking spray and added just a touch to the fry-pan so the eggs wouldn't stick. When he bought it, the label said 'Non-Stick' but that wasn't completely true. The eggs got stuck on the first use and that was the end of that.

Tala pulled out a butter knife and cracked both of the eggs into the fry-pan and picked tup, controlling the running of the eggs so they would not run off too much. He looked down at Wolborg. "Want your yolk broken?" He asked, Wolborg standing and barking. Tala smirked. "I'll take that as a no." He said to Wolborg and lay the bacon carefully into the pan. This was the bacon that Tala didn't need to chop up.

He loved it when he didn't have to cut the bacon. He wasn't much of a cutter for meat and such, but vegetables and other things he could handle. He then rinsed his hands under warm water, dried them off, and pulled out six mushrooms. Three for him and three for Wolborg.

He knew that Wolborg loved to eat the same foods as he did. They shared a close connection with each other. Tala smirked down at Wolborg and began to peel the mushrooms and then pull the stalks out. He didn't like the stalks, Wolborg lived them though. He would munch on them and then eat the rest of the mushroom.

Tala placed the mushrooms in the fry pan face up, knowing that's how they cooked and it tasted better than leaving them face down. All the juices and flavour would run out onto the fry-pan. He then pushed two pieces of white bread down into the toaster and set it for two minutes. He and Wolborg didn't like brown toast, but they loved it when it was crunchy.

Tala stood back and washed as all the food sizzled, crackled and boiled, letting the red haired young man know that it was just about ready. He was just waiting on the toast. He turned to Wolborg, tongs in hand, and smiled down at him. He reached down and opened the cupboard and took out two plates and set three-month bench. "Breakfast is nearly ready, buddy." He told Wolborg and felt the white wolf rub against his leg and whine.

The toast then popped up from the toaster and Tala smirked. He took the two pieces from the toaster and placed one on his plate and the other on Wolborg's plate. He then turned the saucepan and fry-pan off and began to pour the baked beans evenly on the two plates, one egg on each plate, two pieces of bacon on each plate and three mushrooms on each plate and the stalks on Wolborg's plate.

Tala then took out a knife and fork for himself and took the plates to the bedroom, where his laptop would be waiting for him. Wolborg followed closely behind, barking happily and bounding around. He couldn't wait for his breakfast! He jumped up on the bed and drooled when Tala placed the plate in front of him.

He whined happily and began to eat his breakfast. Tala laughed at his friend and began to carve into his own breakfast, opening the internet window and then heading straight to the airline sites. There were so many airlines to choose from but he was certain that Qantas would be the safest one to choose.

He knew that Qantas was Australian owned and they, manufactured over there. He had heard awful stories about engines blowing and such, but then he was told that they had patched it all up. He smiled and clicked on the Qantas site, typing in his details and setting the flight for next Wednesday. That would give him enough time to pack, get everything together and celebrate Wolborg's fourth birthday.

He would have to go to the airport and give his credit card details and take Wolborg with him. He needed to show how big he was and such. Wolborg had never been on a plane before, but Tala was hoping it wouldn't cause a big strain on the wolf. He grinned and clicked the 'SUBMIT' button on the site and watched as it approved his details and gave him the time of his flight and when to get there, also the details and such.

Satisfied, Tala wrote down the details with a pen and pad he had on his bedside table and then set it down next to him. He nodded and began to eat his breakfast. He grinned and admired his own cooking skills. His ex-boyfriend had taught him how to cook and what to use and what not to use. So it came in handy whenever he was preparing his and Wolborg's breakfast.

Once they were finished, Tala finished getting dressed, pulling on his thick white and orange jacket and then pulling on his blue snow boots. His toes would get frostbite if he wore just runners. He got Wolborg's large collar, which he had to get custom made because of Wolborg's size, and pulled out the long leash. He grabbed the flight details, his wallet and his keys and then made amove for the door.

They walked out of the apartment, Tala locking the door behind him and shoving his keys into his pocket. Wolborg then began to pull at the leash and led Tala out of the apartment block and outside. They walked down the street and towards the airport. It was a half hour walk away from Tala's apartment. But hey, Wolborg was a large white wolf and needed to be walked everyday. Which Tala did so.

They walked past their neighbours, people they knew from college and such and just walked to the airport. No one bothered to stop him and ask about his morning and such, which he was grateful for. He would often get pulled over by a couple of neighbours and ask if he was off to college, which he would nod and continue on his merry way.

Wolborg looked back at Tala and barked when they had reached the airport. Tala shook his head and realised he had been thinking so much that he hadn't noticed the time fly by so quickly. They walked into the airport, Tala getting permission for Wolborg to enter the building so he could show the flight staff what they would be dealing with.

"What breed is he?" Asked a woman behind the desk as she inspected Wolborg and watched as he sat down and looked up and down and all around.

Tala blinked and gripped Wolborg's leash, the white wolf looking up and hanging his tongue out of hi mouth. He heard the woman sigh in admiration of the wolf. "He's a white Siberian wolf." He told the woman, who nodded and wrote down the details. She didn't seem to worried about the fact that Wolborg was a Siberian wolf. He obviously looked tame and very gentle.

"Alright. And if I could just grab your flight details please, Mr. Valkov." She said and took the piece of paper from Tala and began to type it into the computer in front of her. Tala watched her nod and then add in Wolborg's details and then hand the paper back to him. "Okay, your flight is at three thirty in the afternoon on Wednesday fifth. It is advised that you arrive two hours prior to your flight so that we can get everything on board, as well as Wolborg." She handed him his ticket and smiled. "Thank you for choosing Qantas."

Tala them took the ticket and grinned. "Thank you. Oh, will we be stopping off on the way?" The furthest Tala had ever been was to St. Petersburg on a small plane. So he wasn't too sure.

She nodded. "Yes, you will be stopping off in Hong Kong for a three hour wait while the plane refuels and such, then you'll be on your way to Australia straight from Hong Kong." She smiled at Tala and waved to him as he waved back and began to walk home with Wolborg.

Tala was smiling all the way back to the apartment. He couldn't wait to get online to Chadwick tonight and tell him about the flight. He and Wolborg were going to Australia. They were finally going to met Chadwick and Sheila. He sighed in contention as that thought kept on his mind the whole way home.

Wow! Tala has bought his plane ticket and is setting off to Australia next week =D And awwww all that cuteness between Tala and Wolborg =) isn't it adorable? I think Wolborg and Sheila will get along quite well when they meet =)
Thank you all for reading and please do review. Thanks again for your amazing support and awesome reviews on this fic =D

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