It's out of my hands | June & Wiktor
Wiktor: he couldn't believe they were doing this. His hearth thumped as he grinned at his twin who seemed just as excited. Somewhere to the left Nikolai, their youngest older brother, was arguing with a woman at the desk for their ferry tickets. The twins were snickering and Wiktoria was taking selfies with the sea behind her. In the distance they could see the Scilly Isles they would spend their spring break. It was supposed to be a week of leisure and fun. And lots of tackling and chasing Nikolai, Wik new; nothing new on the horizon. As he was laughing at his sister's attempts to not fall over but reach as far away with her phone as she can, Wiktor's eyes suddenly caught a familiar silhouette approaching his brother and lining behind him for tickets. He waved for his twin and then jogged to the figure. "You gotta be kidding me, that you Chick?" He laughed but innerly cursed in Russian, more amused than anything else.