Ch.5 Russians

POV: Rose

Before Dimitri, I'd always thought Russians were boring. An endless supply of comrades.

Then I'd met Dimitri. My Comrade. At St Vladimir's, I'd gone to sleep in my dorm bed to dreams of a brown-haired man with warm brown eyes and a seductive low voice with a distinctive Russian accent.

I made my way through the Court's gardens, heading towards the apartment that Dimitri and I shared. Returning home to the warm arms and Russian accent waiting for me there.

I swear, if Dimitri ever left, I would have to search the entire region of Russia for a man.

He'd ruined me. Now, it was only Russian or no one for me.