@cagedshewolf
The vast majority of his memories were hellish to say the least. Hindrance in wanting to go further in life. Nightmares there were no words in the world enough to describe. But sometimes amongst all of it, there were these slivers of hope. Like a needle in a haystack. And that was the case of the person in front of him. Natalia. Or Natasha as they called her here.
"You look more american than I do. I don't know if I should take this as a compliment or an insult."












