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Anastasia Lenkov wants to live a normal life as a nurse after escaping her old, brutal life. But her past keeps catching up with her. She is on the run from the Russian mafia, because her father, the boss, will n...
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I'm awake.
I've been awake for what feels like eternity, watching the sun from my window as it slowly rises over the mountains and illuminates the world in orange.
My head rests calmly against the headboard of my bed as the warm comforter wraps around my body.
Elio showed me this room yesterday and gathered the information about Adi, maybe I can visit her sometime.
It was burned in my mind not to sleep, it was nothing new that if I close my eyes even for a moment the nightmares start again.
My thoughts drifted to the incident with Antonio that night. Before I could think too much about it a soft, quiet voice reached my ear, "Miss?"
There was a light knock on the door. My head was still turned to the window, the sun now completely visible over the mountains.
The door opened, you could hear it from the slight squeak the hinges made.
"Miss, I have some clothes here for you to put on." The soft female voice sounded again in the room.
I turned my head from the window in the direction of the voice and looked at the small woman in a black dress, which was a kind of uniform for the maids.
Her left foot was swaying slightly and she shifted her weight alternately to the left and then back to the right. She was nervous.
She held a pile of clothes in one hand, looking closer you could see underwear, shorts and a sports bra.
I gave her a smile, "Thank you."
Her foot stopped bouncing, she doesn't seem too scared anymore. She smiled back, "Miss, I should get you some appropriate clothes to wear. Most gentlemen are in the training rooms at this hour."
My eyes darted to the clock on my nightstand. 6:30am.
Those are some strange people.
The maid continued speaking, "I'm supposed to take you to the training hall, Miss."
I leaned forward from my seated position and pushed the covers aside, slipping out of bed and my bare feet wandered across the cold floor toward the woman.
Looking at her facial features then one quickly comes to the realization that she is about my age. Her blonde hair was tied back in a severe hairstyle and her hands were tightly clasped around the clothes in her hand.
She took a step back as I approached her. At this movement my face contorted for a brief moment, but I gave her a smile, "You can call me Anastasia."
Her pale cheeks flushed red, "Miss, I don't think I'm allowed. The boss-"
I interrupted her, "He won't mind."
I gently took the clothes from her hand and walked over to my bed to place them on it, "What's your name?" You should always make friends with maids and guards first, they know many useful things.
