𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 in her great mood. Today was her day to take a fresh air, she paid for one of her staff members of the hotel to babysit her son (she didn't want to Sasha sees her sad). Even the sky was matching with her mood, and her eyes, greyer than ever, cloudy and mostly likely is going to thunder as well. She was sitting on the bench looking at nothing, and began to drizzle, but she hasn't brought a umbrella. She didn't mind the droplets falling on her, the Russian loved the rain, and its beauty her eyes was closed as she enjoying the noise of the drizzle but slowly she opens her grey-bluish hues. The tall figure in front of her snapped from her attention. Jasper. The man who taught her a few tricks that was necessary for her survival. ❛ How do you found me?! ❜ She didn't greet him with a 'hi'. She knew she shouldn't be surprised.
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